Welcome to Yorkshire

Went out for a run this morning, and after a closed footpath and a wrong turn it became a much longer trip than I had planned. 9 miles covered, although I had to walk the last two after I literally ran out of steam. Felt really awful, wondered if I was going to make it back at one point. Must remember emergency bonk rations in future.

Aside from that, it was so good to be able to head out of my front door and soon be crossing fields. Lots of kites about, also long-tailed tits, a jay, yellowhammer, lapwing, and a goldcrest that flew inches from my face.

And I now know where the outside scenes of Emmerdale are filmed, although I am not sure how useful that knowledge will be.