Another truly feeble Red January effort!
Rounded it off with an actual run though, 12 miles along the seafront in gathering gloom. Currently still suffering twinges of Covid-rage, which is eerily similar to summer-rage and ‘why-let-your dog-lead-turn-the-whole-promenade-into-a-trip-hazard?-rage’.
Saw a few swimmers, bobbing in the swell rather than actually swimming. Not so many runners, but lots of very nice dogs (it is always the owner at fault of lead-mismanagement, never the dog, they are always hello-worthy). Lots of turnstones, dunlins, redshanks, the odd oyster catcher. Some of the turnstones were looking for worms on the campsite, being kept company by a very bad-tempered gull who would try to peck one of them every so often.