Up until the age of eight, I lived on the edge of Richmond Park and thought it was the size of a small country. We walked the dog there and I thought I’d circumnavigated the globe. We moved away, I grew up, went to college and for years I did very little exercise. Richmond Park was forgotten.
Mud, mud, glorious mud. Apparently there’s ‘nothing quite like it for cooling the blood’ – if you’re a hippopotamus but if you’re a runner taking part in this weekend’s Pilgrim Challenge North Downs Multistage Ultra then it almost stopped you in your tracks
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