Another day, another running injury, another walk instead. Having been laid up for pretty much nine months with a particularly painful calf strain, I’ve still got a slight niggle on my right-hand calf this time. Oh well. There’s only one thing for it: no more pounding the mean streets of CO7, and certainly no more pounding the BASTARD treadmill.
Walk to live, live to walk, etc.
I set off on the usual 10 km route along the estuary, and down towards the Creek before cutting back and going around Alresford.
The atmosphere down on the quayside felt like the fag of the summer holidays. Some kids were doing the crabbing thing at one end of the public jetty. The town had the atmosphere of very much being hot and bothered and having had enough of this recent heatwave weather.
This wasn’t a particularly balmy one but it was a lot hotter than I expected. I really couldn’t be arsed to get my head down and pound on at a rapid pace. I don’t think my calf is up to it anyway.
The pace of the estuary life seemed to be summed up by the fishermen sitting on their boats waiting for some water to arrive. I was also making slow progress. I was too busy taking snaps of the rather impressive Big Essex Skies up above me.
In Log News: you will be pleased to know that the log that blocked the path along the wooded part of the estuary has kindly been moved on by someone. Here ends Log News for today.
The blackberries lining the path were close to picking. Only a few remain red. The majority have gone a very dark, lush shade of black and are bursting to be picked.
I reached the Creek and headed back around through Alresford. I opted out on the final 1 km or so as the traffic was picking it up along the main road. I cut through instead along the farm track.
During the winter months this is sometimes not possible to pass through. The tractor marks are ideal for creating lake-like conditions. Not so today. It’s going to take some pretty horrendous autumnal downpours before the farm tracks cut off this return route for me once again.
