Running down the hill through the reserve, we skirted the edge of a golf course and ran into Sandwell Valley reserve -- a huge expanse of fields and hedges. This bit was difficult to run on - tufty grass in clumps about the size of tennis balls -- perfect for some potential ankle turning.
We then ran alongside some fields as the weather got hotter and hotter, eventually passing a birder who said, "Nice day, innit?" and then "For now, anyway..." Typical English. :)
Eventually we crossed a very noisy motorway (the M5) and arrived at Swan Lake. (Swan Pond?). Not very big, it still serves as a swimming hole and training spot for triathletes (bless). We circled the lake, and then started to head back to Beck's house on a different, even leafier route.
Not a huge run, again, but nice to stretch our legs and see a bit of what felt suspiciously like countryside -- even in the industrial Midlands.
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