The usual "rule" for the club summer pub runs, is that the person who lives nearest to the chosen pub of the week, leads the route.
Anti-social annoyed me on Wednesday, by turning up to my most local pub and taking over the navigation and organisation of the run. I submitted to his desire to be in charge, if a bit grumpily.
It was a lovely sunny evening with a bit of a wind. You can't remain grumpy when you have such lovely woods and hills to run amongst. Unfortunately my phone quickly died,so I only got a couple of photos.
And of course, my run would have been better.
Brutalist Bus Stop
10 hours ago