Monday after work I set off a bit reluctantly on a mundane Monday training run; it turned out to be my best run so far this year. As I jogged up the Kilpatricks’ escarpment, a lingering, blood organge sunset flooded the Firth of Clyde touching the Arrochar summits which glowed soft pink. On reaching the Humphrey plateau I saw a head torch on the ridge to the east; it got bigger and I thought it must be the headlamps of a group of mountain bikers; it got bigger and I thought maybe it was a campfire and then silent and steady, the full moon rose like an enormous, transluscent, coppery air balloon right in front of me –  stunning! There was total silence up there, broken only by the padding of my footsteps across the slightly frosted tussocks; the lights of Greenock and Glasgow were a twinkling carpet below; the sunset defused to an airbrushed glow and the moon just hung there in the cold air as if I could reach out and touch it. Running isn’t getting any easier as I get older but the rewards are still out there and I am grateful! What is strange, is that I had no old lady knee pains, I could have run for hours – the magic of a full moon eh?

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