*disclaimer* this account contains exaggeration used for effect  My journey to the FRA’s started abruptly on a Thursday morning after being woken early by my friends Mum in a town somewhere outside of Munich, Germany. Having set my alarm on my running watch which was still set to UK time (an hour behind) I was

I had arranged to give the Beresfords a lift to Aberfoyle last night. I thought this was good because I have a van and they are tall with long legs. I hadn’t seen my van for a couple of weeks so was pleased that it was still parked on Crow Road where I left it.

As I lined up on Saturday for the start of my second Tinto Hill race (first one was in 2014) I did wonder how I had ended up here surrounded by Westies and wearing a Westie vest myself? One of my first memories of Tinto was about 15-20 years ago taking Jenn and her brother,