It was a late June evening. The sun was setting over the hills and the sky was in shades of red and purple. Otter was floating on his back in the warm shallow stream. He was feeling content now that he managed to balance a piece of slate on his chest. Holding it firmly in his front paws, he started thumping an oyster on the slate. On and on and on. Finally, it broke. Down it goes in one slurp. How refreshing.
-2C. Snowing. 15mph head winds. Warm thoughts.
Another 5km. Only 965km to go.
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Running to raise £10,000 for the NSPCC
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