Just as Stanley emerged from the jungle to grasp Livingstone by the hand, and speak those famous word, so did I enter the garden of the Tiger Inn in East Dean to find David Rowell, aka Highway Kind, aka @DOrwell. We set off up the hill to Friston church where Frank Bridge is buried, out to Crowlink and the end of the Seven Sisters, and back to East Dean.
It was the most beautiful evening, the downs cropped close by sheep and rabbits, the sea flat, the world at peace. Afterwards we sat outside with pints of Legless Rambler or, in the case of David's partner, a gin and tonic. We talked of the seventies, of the great profession of librarianship, of governments past and of runs past, present and future. He will run the Victoria marathon, in British Columbia, in the autumn of 2013.
This seems to me the very apotheosis of Juneathon, that runners should not only run, and blog, but should meet and talk. As we ran we agreed, I think, that more or less everything in life is like running...or is it the other way round, that running is like everything else?
