'Jaunting'

So, 'Jaunting' today. Usually I would say that I would be going for a 'run' on the coast path. This, however would be the wrong word for today. 'Jaunting' has a great amount of poke when it comes to what happened today. Other words and phrases could be used today...
Sliding
Falling
Skipping
Fairy-stepping
Mud-surfing
Face-planting
Slipping
and finally, falling over rocks!
But today was amazing!
I set off from a dry and blustery Beesands, kitted up to the max as usual. Getting kitted up makes me run better for some reason.
I started slow, still a little phlegmy after the recent illness so it was all about steady today.

Sorry.. be right back, wind chucking the smoke back down my chimney and I can't see!

So, I'm back... my eyes are stinging from the smoke, but I can still type...just.

Anyway, today is just a short blog so that you know that I have, yet again re-affirmed my love for the coast path. It's been too long.
There was hardly any mud out there when I started running, I am guessing the recent lack of rain over 48 hours and hard sea winds the ground will dry up fairly fast.
I met some friendly smiley ramblers on the first part of my run, but by the time I got to Lannacombe, I saw no one from there until back at Beesands! Some say most people are sensible!

I though that I would run for an hour and turn back, but I felt amazing, I was on it, I highly recommend chicken and pearl barley casserole as running fuel in future, but not kippers for breakkie, as I had indigestion for half the jaunt!

As I approached Lannacombe some rain started, and continued, and got heavier, turned to hail and I ended up fighting back wind blown hail biting my eyes. It was mental.

If you do that bit of coast a lot you know it's harsh as soon as you get to Start Point, and round the corner, and again towards Prawle Point. I was pretty much soaked! But happy :)

I ran past a property I have never seen before, even though I've done the coast loads, it's called 'Maelcombe House' and looks like it's getting demolished. A beautiful Edwardian building right on the coast, I would love to live there, not now though. Although, it has inspired a other story, maybe a short story this time? I love how creative my brain gets out there on the wet and windy coast!

The rain was getting worse, but I didn't care, I was now about an hour and a half in and just beyond Prawle Point, time to turn back, the weather was turning for the worse and not another person in sight.

I found a big grassy area to circle in (never like to run just there and back) and back I went. But the path had changed.... no longer the dry sticky mud, the rain was forming puddles and the path was so slippery, I face planted on the way to Start Point.

Then, the wind at Start Point was so severe I got blown off the path, down the bank and into a gorse bush. I grabbed it, cutting my hand and arm and climbed back up.
The lighthouse was shining it's light out to sea, I took a brief video once stable and the whirring of the light moving round sounded spookily like a giant running their fingers around a giant pint glass.

Not much further, more mud, more puddles, more fun and lots of energy without the aid of haribo!

Today has been a good day, a happy day, I am now warming by the slightly smokey fire, cooking some lamb and about to have a long hot bath before a Poirot-fest!

Happy Sunday everyone