After two lengthy days of operating on tarmac, I used to be relieved to see the beginning of a path path I might take. The B7078 snakes its manner down by means of southern Scotland criss crossing the M74 each every so often. I stepped onto the stony path and smiled to myself. There’s nothing like that feeling of being on their own on a path, jogging alongside at your personal tempo, having fun with nature. After 33km that day, I had one other 7km to run on this path, then 7km on the street till my campsite. Life was good.

The trail was large and comfy to run on. To my proper was a forrest of densely packed timber and to my left small mounds of grass, with occasional clearings you possibly can pitch a tent on should you wanted to.

I got here to a piece of the trail that had…