Training : Mersey Forest

Back To The Country

Visiting parents, doing the loyal son duty and walk running the dog. Six miles through farmland and green lanes in and around the oddly named ‘The Mersey Forest‘. Odd because there aren’t many trees, lots of cows, this is dairy country and a bull but few trees. Whether the six miles is enough to counteract my mum’s cooking I don’t know.

2 Replies to “Training : Mersey Forest”

  1. My brother’s neck of the woods I think. He tells a truly awful tale of coming down with diarrhoea and vomiting during a Helly Hansen race in Delamere forest!

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