Just to update you on my Achilles it's no better nor is it any worse, I would struggle to run on it first thing in the morning as it feels like my foot has been set in concrete when I get out of bed but as the day goes on it loosens up. That is why I tend to go running later in the day, the only trouble is most days tend to run away with you and there is not much time left at the end of it. Having said that managed to get out slightly earlier this evening but not having a clear route planned in my head ran a number of routes I normally take some going in the opposite direction to what I may usually go, which actually makes that route completely different. One of my main routes down through Holcombe Woods the footpath has been closed due to the bridge collapsing.
Ran past what remains of Holcombe Brewery which was converted into residential units about 10 years ago. In 1895 John Scott father of Robert Falcon Scott of the Antarctic was appointed brewery manager after moving from Devon. However he died two years later and was buried in the cemetery of Holcombe Old Church.
Spotted a Yaffle a Green woodpecker swooping across the freshly cut hay by the old mill in the bottom of Coleford no doubt it was hunting for ants.
Still pretty warm out there startled a Roe deer as I skirted around Shoots Wood. I could hear Downside Abbey bell tolling in the distance, nice steady 6.25 miles, I missed my footing at the as I leapt over the brook ended up running 3 miles with a squelching trainer.
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