No one home

Plenty of caravans, but no one around, except a woman in the reception hut.

A rubbish feeling 6 mile run, done in the same time as last week, when I felt I was flying round! It makes no sense...

Highlight was having a massive Weimaraner come bounding towards me. When it got to within about 2ft away, and was still bounding, my face would have made a good Blip!

I waited for the "He only wants to play" line, however, disappointingly it never came, only a shout of "Pitstop, come here", which Pitstop duly ignored...