Wells to Wells and back again

Yesterday afternoon I cracked it. I set out from Stephen of Glastonbury’s house and headed west out of the Glass Town to the Somerset Levels, which used to be the Sea of Glass.

Beautiful swans and a cygnet, budding daffodils, fluorescent cyclists. I used my Garmin to program a Jeff Galloway run-walk workout and ran walked 17 miles to Wells, down quiet lanes, dodging cars on busier roads. Along the way, I saw an articulated lorry distressed in a ditch, a swannery of a thousand swans who must go and ring the bell at the Bishop’s Palace in Wells when they want their food, a German girl who told me the way; a very Sebaldian moment.

A bottle of Lucozade and a bottle of water in Wells perked me up and I decided to run the five miles back to Glastonbury, rather than get cold and wait for the bus. Into Glastonbury, I half mistakenly took the Old Wells Road into town. Only half a mistake as I felt like an old Wells. It took me up a steep steep hill next to Glastonbury Tor. The pay-off was the majestic sunset view back west over the Somerset Levels, where I had spent the afternoon training.

I arrived back down in the centre of town, endorphin-crazed, euphoric and stiff-legged. After a glorious soak in a hot bath, we made a delicious supper of steamed brocoli with butter and salt and pepper as a starter, smoked cod stew with Puy lentils and carrots, cheese and celery leaves and sticks, pineapple and melon fruit salad.

More than the physical challenge, I now know what the mental landscape of 26 miles is going to look like.


3 Responses to Wells to Wells and back again

  1. jo says:

    what no pictures? how were the levels? Are you still in Glastonbury? Why not jog over here, not so far after all? You are scary with all this running stuff 🙂 big hugs xxxxx

  2. Mia says:

    Well done Mike! Tremendous and … possibly too much? You’re supposed to build up the miles gradually not leap from 9 to 17 miles! Hope it was slow at any rate, or else I won’t run with you again! mx

  3. Mark says:

    You’re in danger of becoming addicted to endorphins – it’s a slippery slope!



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