The sweet taste of a Christmas run

Twenty-three miles down and back up the Dart Valley had us laughing at just how great food could taste after a long run

We were sat outside the Curator cafe in the drizzle on a chilly Friday afternoon in December, and we couldn’t stop laughing. The cupcakes tasted like they’d been spun by the gods, the coffee was liquid heaven. “Either the Curator is on fire today,” said Bundle, “or it’s because we’ve been running for five hours.”

Our little group of local running buddies…