Eating Dirt Part 2 – Who needs paths?
A few weeks ago The Cyclist and I had one of those rare days of being together without children. So we decided to go running again. Rucsacs of love – Eating dirt Part 1, took place up in the Peak District (and sadly the rucsacs were stolen in the burglary the other week) and whilst it was a lovely setting, it was quite a drive to get up there, shop, run and eat in time to get back for the boys, so we picked a more local destination. Starting at Ticknall Village Hall on a VERY cold, but beautifully sunny day we said we were going to try and aim for 10 miles, my previous longest distance had been about 7 miles around the East Midlands Airport. From the car park we headed through Stanton Woods and round the side of Robin Wood, weaving our way around to Ingleby, which is beside the River Trent.
As we all know there had been some massive flooding a few weeks ago, the River Trent was flooded in this area quite a lot. Guess what? Our route took in a footpath alongside the River Trent. Unfortunately we didn’t prepare ourselves with chest waders, mini boat, wet suits etc, we tried to find an alternative path.
It started well, then there was a few issues of barbed wire, thorny blackthorn and muddy, steep-sided cliff edge banks, pah!! Thats nothing for us….it only took approx 19mins to cover 1 mile…Anyway onwards through Foremark School and a long drag of a hill through Heath Wood, back down the road to Ticknall. The Cyclist suggested we could go straight back to the car if I’d had enough, we’d done about 12km by that point. No!! I had to get that 10miles!! So we continued on through the Calke Abbey Nature Reserve, paced picked up a bit as we headed through a field of cows, still afraid of them, then through the old brickworks, which my cousin showed me to a few months ago. This place is well worth a trip to, fascinating bits of old industry hidden away in the woods. Then through the huge long tunnel under the main driveway up to Calke Abbey, bit spooky. Eventually feet dragging we made our last km up to the car. I have never felt exhaustion like this before. I wasn’t that out of breath but my body just wanted to give up and hibernate for a good while. We drove back over to Melbourne for some lunch, not just a cafe, soup and a sandwich type of lunch, oh no, I mean a massive pie and mash kind of lunch, oh happiness is a pie.