January 25th - Whitton Edge (again!)
Found my long-lost left fell-shoe buried under a chaotic pile of muddly wellies in the scary cupboard, so strapped it on in a state of feverish excitement - along with its neighbour and charged up to Whitton Edge and back in about 25 minutes. Well, I say charged, more of a brisk trot, with an eye to Saturday's race and Charlie's exhortations to "taper". Lovely crisp frozen snow underfoot, and crisp frozen hands by the time I reached the top.
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