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…
We launched straight in to the run by climbing this lung busting, thigh burning set of steps!
We didn’t have a route planned, we were freestyling and popped out onto this lovely spot pretty quickly.
This is my howies shot®
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…
…as you can see from this photo of me struggling to keep up.
The view from the top was really something, we were definitely both feeling privileged to live were we do at the spot.
I really need some new shorts, that orange stripe is pissing all over my goth steeze!
The world is not ready for a gratuitous nipple shot just yet.
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.
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!