This morning involved a little over 3 hours and 16 miles of running.
1st hour: west and south; every uphill (of which there were many) into the wind.
2nd hour: met up with friends; the wind died down; the hour went quick.
3rd hour: north and west; wind picking up but could smell the barn.
And what a smell!
When I walked in the door, the aroma of coffee and fresh-baked scones enveloped me - as did my family.
All of us together for breakfast - a rare treat, a fine morning!
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