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Blackstock point, Bassenthwait. #landscape #lake #lakes #lakedistrict #Cumbria #clouds #gloomy #grey (at blackstock point)
I like to run.
I’m not a well built fellow and so running is my go to exercise of choice. However in these cold and dark winter months, and with the terrible affliction that is full time employment, I’m forced to run in the dark.
Running in the dark isn’t so bad, you have to cover yourself in reflective tape and carry a light source of some kind but it’s all pretty standard.
Where running at night gets you though is the wildlife.
I live in the countryside. And so, naturally, nature and all it’s strangeness is in abundance around me. Which is why, when out running the other day (night) I found myself rather uncharacteristically scared. You see, I run with a headtorch, and where I look the light goes, so when hearing a rustle from the hedgerow to the side of me I instictivly look towards it.
This is how I learned that foxes eyes reflect light. And they’re orange, and I’m partly colourblind so orange looks more red, and I’m a coward.
Evolution has, over many many years, instilled in us a reaction, which upon seeing scary red eyes forces us not to say “Oh, that must be a fox or badger, as England has no other big preadators” but to yell “ohgodwhatsthatitsgoingtoeatmyface!”and run away.
And this is how I got round my route faster than normal and learned that nature is scary, and that even 24 year old men don’t like the dark…