Day 72: Long Runs and Proud Dad Moments
A Dawn Departure Sunday is usually the one day I can ease into the morning with a leisurely start, a small breakfast and perhaps even the Sunday morning news. But not today. With a packed family schedule ahead, I was out of the door by 6:30am for a long run into the countryside surrounding Sittingbourne. The world at that hour was still waking up and the mist rising from the roads had the look of something out of a poem—probably one where everyone dies tragically at the end, but beautiful nonetheless. The roads were quiet, save for the occasional early riser walking a dog that looked as though it, too, wished it was still in bed. A Miniature Railway and a Detour Partway through the run, I decided to hunt down the elusive Torry Hill railway. I had only found it once before and it remains one of those places where if you blink at the wrong moment, you’ll find yourself lost in the woods composing your own missing person poster. The turning for it is little more than an unassuming muddy pa...