Day 40. So I celebrated 40 days with a run and a walk. In 30mph gusts and rain that was coming down horizontally.
The sea sounded AMAZING and all I could detect from the cliff top road was the white water of the breaking waves and the roar of the sea. Magnificent.
I headed inland again, given the strength of the southerly wind. No foxes this morning, but did see a startled cat, who jumped out onto the pavement, not expecting to see any mad people at that time of the morning.
And the now-daily, but friendly police car, whose dry, warm policemen inside now wave at the stupid woman in a bright pink fleece running against the rain and wind whilst giggling to Ricky Gervais. They were watching me yesterday, running round and round the Southbourne Crossroads roundabout several times (for fun) at 5.58. I suppose it must have seemed a bit odd.
I wonder who sent them to find me?
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