Damp

Alan the coach, being a generous chap, let me organise the run.
I decided to go for Greenway, which is my favourite route for a summer evening. You go up to Galmpton, down through the village, up round the back of the tree-that-isn't-a-tree-it's-a-phone-mast on the muddy track, down to Maypool, up over the cow-field hill, down to Galmpton Creek and back up through the village and over the common before the drop back down to Paignton.
It's eight and half miles and hilly, and it rained for the first half, which wasn't so bad underfoot but made brushing through the overgrown narrow lane a bit of a soggy experience.
Nature notes were a bit thin on the ground, though. A hen pheasant literally dropped out of a tree on to the track in front of us just as we reached the field at Maypool with the spectacular view of Dartmouth. It skreeked a bit and made off. And Mr Fangio scared a heron into flight on the mud at Galmpton Creek.
Back in the car park the consensus was that everyone had enjoyed the slightly damp and eccentric route, specially the Jamie The Legs and his fast group, who did it in the opposite direction for reasons known only to themselves, then added a couple of extra miles on the way back for good measure.
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