It's so much harder to enjoy a film or
book when it's been oversold. The anticipation is everything and if
you've been told this is totally awesome then
likely as not, you'll expect more and receive less.
The
opposite happened today. Our film was undersold. The grey overcast
skies promised nothing but a long slog. We dragged our heels and it
was 3pm before we planted the first step. Mary was not in a jolly
mood so I didn't fight for an alternative start to the usual 18miler
out North Berwick. We follow the road 7 miles to Aberlady, have a
snack break, then cross the bridge and follow the trails and beaches
11miles back to NB. Takes around 4hrs and is more about time on feet
than pacing. So we carried head-torches to brighten the last few
unlit miles.
Every
time we do this I complain that there HAS to be a better route out of
NB than that rooty main road to Dirleton. It is so drab and you can
see the eminently preferable golf course just over the way there.
However I didn't want the grief so set off feeling light on my feet
and thought I'd maybe knock out a few fast miles to start the run,
turning every couple and returning to see how M was faring, then
heading back out. It was a good distraction though somewhere along
the way I turned the Garmin off when I meant on, and I lost around
half a mile.
I
don't wear a Garmin often enough to get properly tuned into the timer
stopped, timer started button.
Mary was thinking on the hoof and a little later she had me halt and
set the Auto Pause on it. Works superbly! When I see a dead something
at the side of the road and have to take a photo, it notices the pace
has dropped to zero and pauses the timer. When I start again it gives
another bleep to let me know it knows and I don't lose any miles. I
was deeply pleased.
After
Dirleton, just round the corner, I was getting bored with the
pavement and needed a pee so jumped over the wall into the woods that
keep the great unwashed a safe distance from the knobs of
Archerfields. I was a bit quick to do this as the path doesn't get
going for a couple of hundred yards and I was having to jump over
logs and fight through bracken. Just then there were 2 very loud and
close shotgun reports. Cut to Mary back on the road and she looks in
the direction of the gun shots to see me leap 25 feet in the air like
Wile E Coyote and she thinks (I quote) “I find him annoying as well
but that's probably going too far.”
Eventually
we got to Aberlady and the Londis shop. The shop owner apologised for
not having any coffee (machine broken) so we got a posher more
expensive one from across the road. To compensate for our non-golfing
clothes we sat outside (hardly weather for it) and this allowed us to
eat our Pain au Chocolats
from Londis which were MIGHTY FINE. There had been much talk of the
pain of chocolate and whether it was a pain followed by death by
chocolate. The mood was lifting.
I had to break a fiver to pay in Londis, then break a tenner to pay for the coffees. As we started running again, the change, which was all in coins, hit the off beats like a snare, while the glug of the juice bottle did the bass drum. Amusing as this was, I stopped after 100 yards and properly tied down the percussion section.
I
don't drink coffee Monday to Friday to get maximum warp drive from
the pre-race caffeine drink. Similarly, strong proper coffee has a
nearly psychopharmaceutical effect. By the time we had crossed the
wooden bridge at Aberlady I was no longer considering £1.95 per cup
to be a high price for the trip. The grey skies had emptied the
coastline of humans and we had the place to ourselves much more than
yesterday when we covered a lot of the same ground. Strangely the
tide seemed to be doing different things on each of the beaches,
sometimes in, sometimes out. The sky was flat and the lack of wind
for a few days meant the water was also fairly still.
I had
only taken the compact camera thinking there wouldn't be much worth
taking photos of. However the stillness and greyness had the
restrained qualities of ambient music and I hoped there was enough
light to capture the nearly mystical beauty. I had the feeling it was
a day the animals might be out and about. I had seen a large tawny
owl hunting and a couple of deer off the John Muir Way through the
golf course. And some eider ducks near the beach. The flat light made
it difficult to get decent photos though.
Someone
has gone to a great deal of trouble to make a superb path above the
beach before Fidra. We've had a bit of a tidal soaking here before
when the water is right in so it was very nice to find this new path
up through the jaggies to above the beach and along past a rather
well cleared out pill box or WWII emplacement. Bruce would tell you
what is was. I took a couple of photos and we moved on. I was
counting the rhythms of Fidra light. Every 48 steps it lit up with 4
short flashes. If you pressed the shutter release at the flash, the
delay would mean a snap of the dark between illuminations, so a
degree of anticipation was required. Also the results in no way
reflect the work put in here. I suspect a tripod, bigger sensor and
longer exposure are needed to do it justice. It all helped pass the
time though.
Around
Yellow Craigs I had the last of the juice from Aberlady and got out
the head-torch. Mine was considerably brighter than Mary's and I kept
shining it in her direction to take photos. She assumed I was just
shining it in her eyes to annoy her and show off, and there was some
bad language. However it was turning into a rather magical run. The
lack of big vista almost forced you to listen to the waves and their
relaxing heart beat. While you wouldn't say it was warm the lack of
wind made it pleasant and we both really enjoyed the last few miles
that are often a dull slog alongside the golf course and featureless
beach leading into North Berwick.
ultra sound?
Mary
had an idea which she described as romantic of setting up a photo of
her disembodied head in a lobster pot, which we played around with. I
admired her pluck for lying down amongst the beach debris on a forlorn
stretch of dark coast to make “romantic” images but felt it was a
bit more gothic than romantic. You can see the result on her blog.
And facebook page.
We got
back to the car feeling daylight runs are perhaps over-rated and next
full moon we should organise some more head-torch fun. I shouldn't
oversell it though because if you're expecting it to be TOTALLY AWESOME
you may be disappointed. (But it was.)
18 miles, give or take.
18 miles, give or take.
3pm ~
7pm, 4 hrs total, 3hrs running.
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