Eddie and Sue Arthur

Running in Snow

Those who know me well, know that I love the wild places of the North of England. Fell and crag, lake and tarn; Many of my happiest days have been spent on the hills of the Lake District or Northumberland. However, for most of my adult life, I’ve been living in exile, much of it in the South. If I had a normal job, I’d probably give it up and find employment nearer to the hills and moors. However, I don’t have a normal job, I have a vocation, a calling and as God hasn’t yet led me to live and work amongst the hills, I’ll stay where I am and treasure the days when Sue and I can put our boots on, slip our packs on our backs and head off for the fells.

I suppose I shouldn’t complain. I do get to live in the Chilterns an area of outstanding natural beauty. In less than ten minutes from our front door we can be in a nature reserve which, in summer, bursts with wildflowers and butterflies. But the problem is that the Chilterns are just too… pretty. I likeĀ wild places.

But even I will admit that in snow, this part of the world can be pretty special. Today, I ran for 8 miles, most of it well off the beaten track and often in virgin snow. There was snow under my feet, the wind was in my face and it felt good. The sense of excitement and exposure was almost as good as being on a Lakeland ridge and all within thirty five miles of the centre of London.

Here are a few pictures of my morning.

Not far from home, I ran along Toweridge Lane, which is partly blocked by a fallen tree.

Toweridge Lane

Further along Toweridge Lane is this impressive view down to the back of West Wycombe House. The clearing in the trees, with a view up to the statue must look even more impressive from the mansion windows – but I don’t get to see that.

West Wycombe

Only a muntjak has crossed the snow in this field; until a clod-hopping runner came along and spoiled the snow that is.

Footprints

I’m not at all sure why there was a Tardis parked on Bullocks Farm Lane.

Tardis

Running from Copcourt Farm to the ridge took me down this lovely path.

Snowy Path

My path took me across this field and into the woods. On a normal day, you can see the Wycliffe Centre (my office) on the opposite ridge. It seems to be camouflaged today.

The RidgeIt wasn’t the longest run I’ve ever done and it certainly wasn’t the fastest, but I enjoyed every second – even the last three miles in slush along the A40 to get home. I just couldn’t stop grinning when I got home!

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2 Comments on “Running in Snow

  1. I have to agree with you Eddie, running in fresh snow is just something for the soul. Fresh snow at 5am, even if I have to run on street and paved trails, the softness of the snow muffling the foot steps to almost no sound, the quiet all around and no cars out yet, it just gives a serene peace all around.
    But the best was just over a year ago on our department retreat in Banff, I went out a few times early in the morning and hit the trail going up to Sulphur mountain, about 800 meter climb in fresh snow and -15c. I can’t describe the feeling. Wish I had that closer!
    You need to come visit us and we can do some mountain running!
    Sam

  2. Thanks for the memories of those lanes and fields, which I remember walking (never running!) when I lived in the area. It’s hard to believe that was ten years ago now. But I have also seen the view from the mansion windows, and it is impressive. You can see it too, if the pay the admission fee!

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