The last time I opened the gate at Druidale (above) was in the days when there was no grid and someone had to get out of the car and open the gate. All great fun as a kid until some cruel members of the family drive off and leave you! I remember thinking I was abandoned and started to cry only to find the car round the corner further up the hill!
But I've never run in the Ellan Vannin Fell Race and not walked along the path through the trees towards the mountain which was my latest "first" for the week. Another cracking night.
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