I ran earlier today, in the morning. Still cold, still icy, but it seems as though I was a bit quicker than yesterday! What I love about my run is that it's so quiet and still and you hardly meet anybody. Just as well, given the rosy hue of my face *lol* Down in the valley the church bells strike every quarter of an hour. There must be at least 5 or 6 churches which have clocks that strike... one starts and then gradually over the next 10 seconds all the rest join in. It's quiet a cacophany, but nice. And it means that you don't have to look at your watch. "oh, must be quarter past eleven!" I won't run again this week until Friday and then Saturday.