On Saturday evening I headed down to Oxwich on the Gower for a run with Owen. It was so much better than I was hoping for, I thought we were going to be inland but we were right on the coastline as the sun was setting, it was pretty awesome!

Disclaimer: I must stress that I do not wish to be associated with Owen’s polka dot neon jacket, ha…

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We launched straight in to the run by climbing this lung busting, thigh burning set of steps!

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We didn’t have a route planned, we were freestyling and popped out onto this lovely spot pretty quickly.

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This is my howies shot®

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We spotted a murder of crows nesting on the cliff face on the right so we headed towards them, this was way steeper than it looks…

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…as you can see from this photo of me struggling to keep up.

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The view from the top was really something, we were definitely both feeling privileged to live were we do at the spot.

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I really need some new shorts, that orange stripe is pissing all over my goth steeze!

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The world is not ready for a gratuitous nipple shot just yet.

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After climbing over some barbed wire out of a farmer’s field we found ourselves up to our necks in brambles, after a good 5 minutes of flailing about like a couple of big girl’s blouses we climbed back into the field and eventually found our way back to where we started.

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We had a lovely glass of pop at the Oxwich Bay Hotel and inspected Owen’s wounds, I’m so glad I had tights on!