It’s unfair to call it a shit run. It was hilly, yes, and the GPS crapped out along the way to be sure; but, it was hilly and brisk and the winds were with me and except for there being no pub at my planned finishing spot (rectified, don’t you worry) everything was pretty copacetic.
But, I forgot to note anything on the statue’s plaque and, as the GPS went down, I am not really sure where this is. Surrealist, to be sure, I dub it “Gym Dog Taking A Shit On The World-In-Chains.”
9.1 miles, overall, after reconstruction of the blind segments.
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 