Ghost Run

Between cooking dinner and an evening work call an after dark run to Shillingford and back. The big house on Shillingford hill appeared to float in the sky above the silent swift running Thames.

And the jog over the weir was positively spooky lit only by a head torch. Good for getting the pulse running, especially as my pace was sooooo sloooooow (I blame the mud, lot's of mud).