I don’t mean litter, I mean there’s a recycling centre/rubbish tip there.
Nonetheless, the woods are exceptionally pretty in places and great to run through. I can easily spend an hour trotting around in what seems like just a small strip on the map, without beating the same path twice. Of course that could just mean I run slowly, but that’s not point.
Until my nose alerted me as I was nearly on top of it, I didn’t realise the rubbish tip was there. A hundred metres after I’d passed it, you wouldn’t have guessed that it was. This made me think how important it is to choose what we focus on.
The bluebells were beautiful.
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