Pad, Pad, Pad as my shoes hit the road. Running late at night is always eerie but eerie in a good way, Pad, Pad. The pace is slower, the quietness of the roads the lack of light as I hit the roads, Pad, Pad. The lights of the harbour shine on the berthed fishing boats Pad, Pad. My breathing increases as I hit a short climb above the town, Pad, Pad, Pad. The only light is now from the head torch so the light bobs up and down in an almost hypnotic movement that in conjunction with the Pad, Pad of my shoes is so calming. A short section of woods Pad, Pad with the strange shadows from the trees I duck as a branch brushes the top of my head.
As I head towards the beach I can smell the sea and the sand Pad, Pad. Nights like this are when no matter where you run or how far it seems effortless. At the beach I decide to run along the shoreline, The smell and sound of the sea and the sound of my run is still there just quieter , Pad, Pad. I see a shadow come into my light and stop to say hello to a dog as his owner comes into view on their late night walk.
I hit the 2 miles of trail that get me home, Pad, Pad. I can see the outlines from my light of the sheep in the field. There is a slight crunch from the un even surface Pad, Pad. The reflections from the eyes of feral cats who nervously watch me in the field Pad, Pad. I stop at the kissing gate and pause for a few seconds. I turn the light off and just listen to the silence. The lights reflect off the red brick of the Cathedral in the distance. Headtorch back on and now on to the last mile home and I pick the pace up Pad, Pad, Pad. I see the streetlights ahead as I near the last few metres before I’m home Pad Pad. Shortly I will hear the Clink, Clink of the spoon in my hot Chocolate……