Considering that I have a two and a quarter mile open water swim in five weeks, I am doing remarkably little swimming. So at half past three I extricated myself from underneath the cat, threw on my running kit, grabbed my swimsuit and headed off to the pool.
The run there was fairly uneventful, the swimming pool was lovely and quiet and the run back was…
And I got lost. Not “help I really don’t know where I am” lost but “out by ninety degrees (or π/2 if radians are your bag)” lost. Why it is so difficult to navigate across a small park I don’t know, but I got it wrong for the second week in a row. I have many strengths, but apparently navigation by tree isn’t one of them.