My Patch by MS
Flat fell, Dent, Uldale bottom, Blakely raise, Lowther gate, up the zigzags, down the track and back to Nannycatch.
This is my favourite training run; the one I call my Patch.
I’ve done this run day in, year out, alone without a care, when I mention it to my wife, she says that I should live there. (Bless her)
There’s Horses, sheep, rabbits, hawks and buzzards too, a real wild life haven,
But! Funny come to think, I’ve never seen the Raven.
I’ve scratched my legs on thorny bushes, cut my knees as well.
I’ve tripped and fell spread-eagled, in the gore. But none of this has ever stopped me I keep coming back for more.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter. All the seasons I adore,
Each one brings its own impression on these hills and valley floor.
So if you’re at home with head wound up, and you’ve got an itch to scratch,
Then come on, get your kit on, and take a run round my Patch.
There’s only one rule,
It starts, and ends at Nannycatch.
Your running junkie.
MS.