Whittle Dene at last!
What better way to wind down after working half of Saturday than to head out for a run in a new location, and one that I've meaning to visit for years? Muchas gracias to The Wife for giving me the time and space. So, Whittle Dene it was. A few years back, I was googling for good places to see bluebells in Spring and this was one of the top recommended places. It's a bit late now to see bluebells in their prime, but there were still a few around today in among the wild garlic. There were moments on this run, which started across the river at Prudhoe Riverside Park, that were properly beautiful and the discovery of the little huts near Whittle Mill partway in was delightful, but the few photos I took were rubbish, sadly. I'll just have to go back someday and take better ones. There's another reason why I want to go back too: I didn't do the full route I'd planned to run. I simply didn't have the time. I came close, but by the time I turned back ...