The blurriness of this photo isn’t because I took it badly. A fine misty rain was falling over my iPhone. In reality the Suffolk field I photographed on my first jog here was quite picturesque, but this incoherent image matches the quality of the run, which was horrid, tough and jet-lagged. (In fact I never managed to include the photo!) I didn’t dare consult Strava because the iPhone screen can’t be fingered when it’s wet, so in the end, after putting in a big effort, I only ran 9 kms, not 10. All I could do is remind myself that I couldn’t expect much more after 36 hours of travel.
Now I can’t wait for my next jog here in this most quintessential British countryside.