Failing to complete the Daffodil Way

I was very impressed with Anne-Marie’s account of completing the Poet’s Path marathon with Stuart and Rachel.  I thought I would lower the tone and add a bit of comic relief, with my version.


My intention was always just to run the 10 mile (16 k) version – the Daffodil Way.  However I missed the deadline set by Phil to do the run and get mentioned in dispatches.  So I emailed him and said I was intending to do it before Christmas, just because I wanted to.  He kindly said that if I did that, I wouldn’t be on the official results list but he would send me a medal.


So off I drove, on Saturday 19 December.  The weather looked quite good and I was optimistic.  I started to have a few doubts when I saw just how wet the road was north of Gloucester and how much water was lying in the fields.  But I got to Dymock, turned on my trusty OS App, and started at about 9 15.  

The first part of the route was on a track, and it was possible to avoid the puddles.  But once I took to the fields, yes, there was the water lying between the furrows and there was I wading through it.  It was very soggy, and the gloopy sensation of socked foot detaching itself from mud-bound shoe became too familiar.  After nearly 5 km I got back on to the lane through Kempley, breathing a sigh of relief.  The run was taking longer than planned, but hey, that didn’t matter.  The other side of Kempley I found the right stile, and launched myself across the next field – tried to find a way across – this way .then that way.  

Evidence of Flooding

Then two things happened.  It started to rain heavily – not forecast.  And the route along the stream was much wetter than the earlier fields.  Sog became bog. I decided to go back to the lane and try to find a roughly equivalent route on tarmac.  A little further on, I turned a corner, and oh no the actual road was flooded!  It was only 100 metres, but having waded through it I was soaked from head to foot and utterly miserable.  I decided that discretion was the better part and ran back to Dymock, completing only 10 of the intended 16 km.

Of course by the time I got back to Dymock the sun was out again and I was fairly dry.  But I was too tired to run another 6 k, so went home, and a little later emailed Phil explaining what had happened.  

That kind man sent me a medal anyway – a very fine bunch of daffodils.  I am determined to do the proper run some time in 2021 and actually earn it.  But I’ll wait for a spot of dry weather.

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