Nine hardy harriers, foolhardy harriers, fools (delete as applicable) went to Chatelherault as usual on Monday. However, Monday was not a usual day.
The gale force wind and rain that caused so much disruption over Scotland turned the gentle warm up from the car park to the start point into a proper head down effort.
The run itself was more sheltered but was a mixture of steeplechase, limbo dancing and slalom around fallen branches along a green carpet of leaves and twigs. Fortunately, those that were going to fall had already done so and despite some unnerving creaking noises from above we made it round unscathed.
Another one of those running occasions that the general public ask, "Why?". Only runners know the answer.
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