About 18 miles into our 20-mile run on Saturday, a small group of us were winding our way along a quiet country lane, the ruins of Berry Pomeroy castle poking out of the treetops on the hill to our left, and a happy tiredness in our legs. We’d had a lovely, easy adventure, running along beside the river Dart, down t…
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