Iron Trunk Aqueduct

Sorted out last bits on H’s Mac before taking her to Luton to fly to Toulouse. Dropped her at the railway station to catch the shuttle bus which seemed a better bet than the airport car parks.
M left for London so felt a bit flat.
Managed to squeeze in a run before it got dark. The mud and floods slowed me for one of the miles but I finished on a flier. Afterwards my legs remembered yesterday’s kettlebells and all the squatting.