As I went for my morning run - it was my best distance yet.  Now I'm no natural runner, until now I haven't enjoyed it, but the long quiet flat roads here makes running a fun and thoughtful activity.  It clears my mind, enables me to think on things and develop new ideas or clear lists of things to action.

Having been gripped by an inability to finish things properly for some time - going running and the sheer exertion of the run is doing wonders to my desire to create lists, but also to write.  This is blog perhaps the most obvious output of that positive change.
So I ran to the Pode Hole Pumping Station, over the bridge at The Delph, up North Drove, over Cookoo Bridge, along Horsehoe Road and back down South Drove. I decided to not run up Iron Bar Drove as Baston Fen seemed too far at this stage, so instead Tongue End was the limit of my exertion and there was bacon available for breakfast.  But I found myself enjoying the descriptive simplicity of The Fens. 
I grew up in Quadring Fen, the Forty Foot Dyke was nearby and a key part of the drainage system for south Lincolnshire and respecting the landscape was crucial to living here.  So this sense of respect for the flat, open, calm landscape came back to me this morning.  The dykes (ditches in the rest of the UK) are dredged and drained regularly so they flow and work; hedges, where they have survived the field clearances of the 1980s, are maintained and trimmed; and the wildlife of swans, hedge warblers and pheasants, far from being sneared at, are understood to be part of the rural life cycle.
As I ran homewards at 740am I was conscious that South Lincolnshire was waking up and travelling into their work - I was wearing fairly bright yellow running kit, but nonetheless the fog and morning mist hung heavy - so as I ran I was always facing approaching traffic.  But more than that as a vehicle approached I either stopped, slowed or visibly waved to acknowledge the wide berth I was given by the oncoming vehicle.  And I'm delighted to say, with the exception of just one car, every single driver indicated and waved back, acknowledging that they had seen me and were grateful for my indication to them.
And so I was reminded, not that I really needed it, that this is a special place - where people and nature and landscape live together and are inextricably linked.  And as I sat down to my breakfast bacon sandwich, that knowledge set me up for a positive day ahead.