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+Title: 16th-22nd December Run notes
+
+## Tuesday
+
+I leave a bit later today and am treated to the most incredible sky. The sun hasn't yet risen but the sky is a dazzling
+fire of red and yellow, stretching from the horizon across a blanket of cloud. I can't help but stop and take a photo
+before trundling on to Tingley and Ardsley reservoir. Being later the roads are busier and I'm grateful for the peace
+and solitude of the reservoir. I tear myself away from this little reserve of calm for the return leg, everything is 
+super easy and flowing. This running thing feels really great at the moment.
+
+## Thursday
+
+A visit to Sissons wood beckons and I mix in sprint work with my visit. The wood has reached its winter state with lots 
+of naked branches and a leaf-packed floor. I swear I hear a lamb bleating as I get deeper into the wood but can't see
+any sign of one. At the usual clearing I see heavy machinery at work ahead by the old golf course, I nip my way around 
+to investigate and find various busyness adding new gravel paths to the place. I feel slightly school boyish, as if I've 
+stumbled into a construction site and missed the _keep out_ sign, and dart and dash on and off the paths to avoid people
+and tractors. I make a final climb to the tallest point and have a quick look out to Morley before turning tail and trotting
+back towards the wood. I see and hear no more of the mystery lamb and wonder if it was all in my head as I rejoin the path
+homeward bound.
+
+## Sunday
+
+"Bad weather is coming" shouts the cyclist as I climb the hill out of Brigstock. I see the looming dark cloud blowing
+in from the east and sigh internally as the sunshine starts to fade. Up to that points it had been cold and windy but I'd
+largely enjoyed a sunshine filled run (sunglasses on). From here on out it got wetter with occasional sleet, it made for 
+variety though over the undulating lanes. Eventually, I reach Grafton Underwood and stop briefly to take a photo of Poetry
+post, it's [The Wind by Robert Louis Stevenson](https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/A_Child%27s_Garden_of_Verses/The_Wind) which
+feels particularly apt. The whole trip is 22k, and I'm back over half-marathon distance, the perfect place to reach just
+as the year ends.