So, the run went surprisingly well. Left at 6am and had made Clovelly by 8am and felt pretty energised. But as the hours marched on the pace slowed, and I knew if I stopped to rest, I wouldn't want to continue. My legs definitely were seizing up as we turned the final corner and made the descent (40.23 km in 7hrs 19 - wish I knew the vertical cause that was the killer !). Special thanks to Henry and Carl who joined me on the last leg of the trip.



PS - found this little patch of graffiti as I jogged by some dilapidated buildings near Mouth Mill. It seemed so out of place in such a rural spot, and hard to imagine many folk would even find the place.