@robchapman@ohai.social
Writer of Short Fiction and Poetry
I’ve many works in varying states of progress, so trying to be less chaotic and day-dreamy so I can get it all published.
I'm of the mystical Gen-X (The last unreachable generation) Born in Salford '73, grew up nr’ Chester, lived all over the UK, got married, then migrated to Malta.
Barefoot shoe runner
Happily odd - not always happy
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Shorter than I feared, but there were still detours. First one was because a farmer "forgot" to remake the stile, after the dry stone wall had fallen. Second one was cows in the field. Said fields was nearly impossible to traverse, because 9-10 months ago it was foot deep mud that the cow churned up, now after a long spell of no rain it was rock hard deep cow hoof print holes covered in grass. Every step was a test on my ankles, even Paddy the Irish mutt found these 2km hard work.
But all in all a grand day out, even if I managed to rip my running shorts on a bit of barbed wire. Good temps and the odd beck crossing had enough water in them to refill Paddy.
And the day was finished off with two recovery points at the local blues festival with a good friend.
