At the end of May I entered my first ever trail race. I decided not to have my watch visible or take photos en route as I wanted to take it all in and run to feel. All the photos are kindly supplied by Stone Shoots.
Here's how I remember it - it's a long one, settle in.
Stood in a field with an inflatable finishing arch next to some barns and a stall selling home baked cakes and freshly brewed coffee we waited to start our 7, 16 or 23k races, but not for long. No holding pens or super-crazy-high-energy warm up here. Here the speakers played Smashmouth, Offspring and New Radicals and families sat at nearby picnic tables. We wandered into the general area for a quick briefing about road crossings and way marking and it was time to go.