Algonquin Provincial park

Algonquin vehicle permit
Vehicle permit. Good till 10pm.

The West Gate of the park is 43km from Huntsville, 170 from Barrie, 265 from Toronto. Near enough for a visit from most of those, though set aside as much of the day as you can – there’s a lot to see (and taking a break would be a good idea, too). From West to East gate is 56km, so you can traverse the park in a day, though with 15 marked trails before you get into the overnight hiking routes, you’ll not be stopping everywhere.

Stop at one of the gates and buy a permit (CAD 21, per car), then make sure you stick that on your dash at each stop (you might remove it in between if you have open windows – although there’s great tree cover, there was quite a breeze when I was there and I nearly lost it once).

The trails and campsites are well marked from the road, but a map is handy to know how far each one is. There are some long ones that need an overnight backpack trip, but some of the day ones really need a whole day for you to make the most of them. I headed East immediately, only just ignoring temptation, so as to start out there and work back to my start. I started with walk 11, Big Pines, which has some big trees. Really big trees.

Algonquin trail map
Map of the different trails.
Lookout Trail booklet
Lookout Trail booklet.

The walks I covered, heading East to West. I started just after midday, finishing after 7pm:

  • 11 Big Pines, 2.9km.
  • 10 Lookout, 2.1km.
  • 8 Two Rivers, 2.3km.
  • 7 Bat Lake, 5.8km.
  • 5 Track & Tower, 7.5km (there are two clearly marked shortcuts, cutting out the main lookout. The shortest (going from post 4 to 11) makes it 5km).
  • 1 Whiskey Rapids, 2.1km.

Big Pines Trail is a 2.9km walk; relatively easy. The interpretive booklets for each trail are really good. Well-written, each one takes a different tack – talking you through the flora, or fauna, or human history. I learnt a lot without even really trying.

The Lookout Trail is just down the road, so very little time to rest in the drive, and is another straightforward walk. 2.1km with some ascent to get to the lookout. Great views guaranteed.

Two Rivers Trail is 2.3km, with a straightforward ascent up to another cliff, for more great views out over the wilderness.

After those shorter walks, it was time for a longer one. The walk to Bat Lake, with that lake near the end, is 5.8km. There’s a bit of a climb from 1km to 2.5 or so, then a drop before a pretty flat last 2.5 (after which I forgot I had ever climbed). The views are great, and there are likely to be fewer people on the longer routes – on this one, I barely saw another person on this cool, cloudy September Saturday.

Bat Lake, ringed by trees
Bat Lake.

Buoyed by this longer stroll, I drove back along the road a little, paused in the car for 5 minutes to give my legs a rest, and then headed out to cover the 7.5km of the Track and Tower trail. I found this fascinating, with the accompanying booklet (pick them up at the beginning of each trail) covering the human history of this part of Canada. Large parts of this trail lookout over, or walk along, the site of old railways, carrying people and logs in and out of the area. In places that is obvious, but in others, you’d have no idea, as the forest has well and truly taken back over.

Narrow trail through woods marks where there used to be a railway track
Photo of the railway that used to run at this site, in front of what is there now.

You can take a shortcut on this trail, and cut it down to 5km. You’ll still get the track story, but miss out on the lookout point (a highlight of Algonquin) and the site of the old fire-lookout tower.

Fairly early in the walk, you come to views over Cache Lake, which is also overlooked by other trails; it’s a big lake of several parts.

Looking out over Cache Lake
Cache Lake.

Beyond the lake comes the shortcut turnoff, and, if you don’t take that, the climb up towards the lookout point and tower site.

The lookout point gives a fabulous view, described in the trail booklet as their favourite view out over the park. Although the fire lookout tower here was pretty much redundant – the areas it covered were viewable from elsewhere – it is well worth the climb to have a look.

The map makes it look like an out and back, but actually there’s a loop at the lookout point; just make sure you head right at info post 7 and it all becomes clear. The stairs up are also the stairs down.

After the excitement of the lookout, you head back down, along some narrow trails and then emerge onto a wide trail that is more obviously an old railway line. There are also trestles marking where a bridge once took the line across the water. If you have lots of time, or a bike, you can explore this old path much further along. If walking, just don’t miss the left turn which comes after a few hundred metres, marked by a couple of small signs.

The walk back to the car park is a long 2.5km, though you do get to look out over Grant Lake, which used to be known as Gem-of-the-Woods. It is a gem.

Grant Lake, a pleasing oval shape
Grant Lake.

The back of the booklet lists other walks which have information available.

List of other Algonquin Park Publications
Other Algonquin Park Publications.

I was pretty tired after this 2 hour-plus walk, but still had over an hour of daylight and convinced myself one more walk was worthwhile. There is a 1km loop, but it is shut during peak weekends, and this one counted, so I was left with the Whisky Rapids Trail, 2.1km. There were lots of people milling about the car park when I arrived, but 30 minutes later as I finished, after 7pm, the car park was empty but for my tiny car.

Nearly empty car park
Car park after 7pm.

I was enervated by this walk, helped by the start being a descent that I galloped down. Information points come thick and fast, with the booklet telling you all about the ecology of this area; it may look barren, but algae, slime and the like feed plenty of life, albeit life that is mostly too small to see. A squirrel ran across my path, surprised by one last human as the day quietened down, but that was it for life. Kingfishers are talked of as being an essential sight, but they were shy while I was there.

I headed off, making the most of the last of the daylight to get as much of my journey done. I wouldn’t recommend it, but I hadn’t eaten since 11am, and was pretty hungry, but not eating had allowed me to fit in a lot of walks. Having longer in or near the park would be far preferable, and allow slower progress and more contemplation on the walks. Without time for that, though, I had a fabulous day, filled with stories and sights.

Lake with trees on the far side reflected in the water
One final water view.

Avery Beach parkrun, Huntsville, Ontario

Avery Beach parkrun route
Avery Beach parkrun route.

The cancellation of Sunnidale parkrun, Barrie, gave me the opportunity to rent a car and head North, to Huntsville and from there to Algonquin Provincial Park. I’m sure Sunnidale Park is lovely, but running along the shore of Hunters Bay and then taking a dip – legs only for me, but full swim for some – in the water afterwards was a huge pleasure and this was a great parkrun day.

It really is a stunning setting. The route is an up, down, up, down, never-let-you-go kind of course, along paths and the new boardwalk over the water. You head West/South to start, touch the gate at the turnaround, come back on yourself and then head North onto the longer section. The best view of the Bay is from the start/finish area, which is just as well because you’d be advised to keep your eyes mostly on your footing in some areas.

Hunters Bay
Post run, and two runners head for a dip.

Many runs in the area had posted “rain or shine, we’ll be there!” type messages the night before, because the forecast wasn’t good. It was cloudy, but with no actual rain, which was a bonus. There were a couple of slippery mud patches on the course, but nothing to cause more than a small slide, or a change of landing position for the wise.

There’s a small car park right by the course, which is fine for the numbers they are getting now, and a couple of portaloos there. You cross a railway line before you get to the car park and the run director waited for a freight train to pass – both saving her voice and allowing one last car which, yes, did contain a parkrunner, to cross over. Apparently trains are very rare at that time in the morning. She came up and said hello. I assumed that was because she had spotted my parkrun 250 shirt, but no. After the run she admired that, which was nice but, more importantly, suggests she had initially just spotted that I was a new face, which is really lovely. With 20-30 participants typical at the moment, it’s a lovely community event, and one at which it is straightforward to chat to most, if not all, people afterwards. I got touring tips while bathing, talked parkrun in the car park and asked about the event under cover after scanning. Apparently they do go for coffee, too, but as people dissipated, I chose to get up to Algonquin (just over 50km away) and make the most of paying the entry fee (CA$21 per car).

Sand-based court looking over the Bay
A sand court by the start/finish.

Results from event 18, Avery Beach parkrun.

Eramosa River Trail parkrun, Guelph, ON

Eramosa River Trail parkrun route
Eramosa River Trail parkrun. Out and back, then do it again.

Eramosa River Trail parkrun is listed on its own course page as an out-and-back, but thanks to construction that long route has not yet been used. Instead, it follows half of that route, and covers it twice. That makes for extra waving opportunities from runner to runner and walker, which might make it hard to adjust should they move to the longer course in the future.

Crowd gathered on the start line, with parkrun flag flying
The start/finish line.

Some parkruns in Canada attract very small numbers, but Guelph has not been one of them, with 93 turning up to the first event, a minimum of 37 since then, and a record in this 12th event of 109. The course might be a little cramped with hundreds, but with the numbers it has had so far it is fine, even allowing for a few other users. The run director didn’t even have to tell us all to keep right, though at some point that might be needed.

Tall trees overlook the trail as people gather and the picnic is laid out on long tables
Picnic laid out on the table.

For this event, they were taking advantage of the tail-end of summer to have a communal picnic on the grass by the trail (which itself is next to a river, as you might expect, though it is hidden in the photos by the trees). It seemed like most people stayed, and most had brought food, helping the tables to almost groan in supporting it all. Cakes, hot drinks and savouries, with chat all around.

People in different coloured running kit chat after the run
Lawrence and me, post run.

I had been taken there by my friend Lawrence, who lives in Toronto, on our way to an event still further West. It is reachable by Go Train from Toronto, though only if you go the night before. It’s about an hour and a half, probably less on a quiet Saturday morning, by car.

The course is pretty fast and flat, other than those 3 180-degree turn-arounds, with a light dusting of small stones on the course not making much difference to pace. The course page says there are no toilets on site, but a portaloo was pointed out, somewhere off up the route, and there are fast food outlets nearby (the ones we stopped at nearby require you to buy something to get the key for the toilet, but your mileage may vary).

Me, Jem, Dale and Lawrence through the event's photo frame
Me, Dale, Jem, Lawrence.

Afterwards I was happy to stand and chat with various runners, more of whom had finished ahead of me than I would have liked, but never mind. We also stopped in at the My Kitty Cafe on the high street, which will let you mix with their current group of cats for a small fee ($5 or $3 if you buy a drink or food). It’s worth a visit just to see the fantastic play rooms the cats have, let alone getting attention from the fluffy things.

We also met Dale, pictured right, and one of the marshals, who will be out to reclaim his fastest half marathon by a swimmer record. That will go along with a couple of others, including ‘golfer’, for which he carried an old-school golf bag, complete with hard plastic handle which did his back no good at all. Who said parkrun attracts oddballs?

Another great parkrun in Canada; they’re all good, but head to Guelph if you can.

Results from Eramosa River Trail parkrun, event 12.

Lawrence lies on the floor while I pin him for a count of three
Lawrence rests after the run and gets pinned for his trouble.

The Cabot Trail

The Cabot Trail, taking you round the edge of Cape Breton Island, is a well-travelled tourist trail, with plenty of variety in the activities available. None of that really mattered to me, because I just wanted to drive the car I’d hired, a Dodge Charger. But I managed to let my exploratory instincts take over, with just a short trip North to Baddeck, and the Alexander Graham Bell National Historic Site (or museum, if you want to save words).

Alexander Graham Bell museum
The picture is washed out, but you can see the building has great views out over the lake.

I spent a happy hour or so in the museum, with its exhibits from his time teaching, breeding sheep, inventing and helping, even revolutionising, deaf education.

I liked the story of his sheep breeding experiments. Failure is a necessary part of science, but this story still made me smile. It stands on its own. From a caption in the museum:

“Bell’s desire to help the local economy prompted him to experiment with sheep breeding. He attempted to develop a flock of sheep that would consistently bear twins. He believed that a relationship existed between the number of nipples on a sheep and the likelihood of multiple births. Over 30 years of research led Bell to conclude that no such relationship existed.

Bell was successful, however, in breeding a flock of multi-nippled sheep.”

As well as holding the exhibits, which paint a great picture of his interests, his life and that of his wider family, the museum has outside areas with great views over the Bras d’Or Lakes.

View over the lakes, with trees bathed in sunshine in the foreground
View from the roof of the museum.

The museum is great. I was itching to drive the car, though, and also to take a picture or two of it.

It was a beautiful, warm day; puffy white clouds scudding across a blue sky. And the landscape as you head round the Cabot Trail. Either way affords great views, but I went anti-clockwise; in a drive-on-the-right country, that puts the ocean right next to you in places.

View over still watch from close to a lake.
View over a lake. Plenty of lay-bys to stop at and explore briefly.
Hills overlook the road
Hills overlook the road. This sort of scenery will fill your eyes.

I headed North, stopping every time the scenery threatened to overwhelm my senses and make me a dangerous driver. I stopped often.

A bench in the foreground, with a house at the bottom of the hill. Lake stretching out into the distance
Lonely bench looks out over the water.

There is no shortage of sights, or places to stop, and I was happy to let serendipity guide me for most of the day, turning up coastal views, trees, water, rocks and a general feeling of peace. The map makes it quite obvious that the Cabot Trail just takes you round the edge of the peninsula, with most of it inaccessible – left wild to allow wildlife to flourish. It is possible, in places, to feel like you are being funnelled round the bit that’s open to visitors, rather than exploring it. But it is astonishingly beautiful.

Alongside the serendipity of just driving up and finding whatever was there, I had been told to turn off the main road in the Northeast, and head to Neils Harbour and White Point.

I stopped first at a short walk, the Jack Pine Trail.

Finally for this day, other than the pleasure of driving across the top of the island to HI Cabot Trail, I parked at White Point. I couldn’t work out (or remember) why this spot had been recommended to me, even though the conversation had only been a couple of days before. A small port, some farm buildings. Water.

A small port, looking out over water to land the other side
Parking at White Point, the reason isn’t obvious.

But take a walk up the only path available, marked as the trail head, and an incline up a rocky, hard-packed mud path is a nice little workout.

Then, as you crest, the view opens up.

I found time for one last walk, through forest, over a small bridge and to a waterfall. But White Point was the highlight of the day (if you’re thinking “but aren’t you going to bang on about the car one more time?” then yes, you are right, that too, and I would but you’ve stopped me, alright?).

Travelling to Cape Breton by car

Thanks to the excellent 80 year-old I met in Halifax, the idea of driving the Cabot Trail had replaced that of heading to Prince Edward Island. Admittedly, his recommendation had only been “what can you do round here? Well, there’s the Cabot Trail, I suppose”, which isn’t glowing. But moving, looking and walking seemed a better use of a car than heading to PE and chilling out, which was the activity most recommended for the island.

I booked the cheapest car I could find for a five-day rental, and chose to pick it up from the airport, so I could drop it off straight away before flying out of there on the 6th. It didn’t seem more expensive to go from the airport, and I got cash back from by going via Topcashback (my referral link). Imagine my surprise, and glee, when the keys I’d been handed unlocked this lovely thing.

I nearly went back into the office to check, but why waste their time? It took me some time to pull out. A family was unloading opposite, and I wanted the space – this is not a tiny car. And I was paging through the options, connecting devices, seeing tyre pressure shown on the screen and finding that although I had turned down a sat-nav, this car was happily connected to maps and all sorts. I would be reminded of this often, as at 7kmph over the speed limit, the Dodge intervened to remind me what that limit was. There was even wifi, had I wanted to pay the extra.

Still, the point was to tour the scenery in this thing. I wasn’t going too far on the first day, just up to Bear on the Lake HI hostel, south of Bucklaw and a little South of the Cabot Trail itself; a little under 300km, through Canadian versions of Enfield, Truro and Port Hastings.

I saw some scenery. I arrived at the hostel, closely followed by a Brit who had been persuaded to upgrade her rental because the Cabot Trail is a bit hilly for a small car. I felt lucky.

We enjoyed the last of the sunshine as the Autumn evening cool descended. And I wanted very badly to get back into the car.

Chain of Lakes parkrun, NS, Canada

Chain of Lakes parkrun route
Chain of Lakes parkrun route. Out and back from left to right, downhill then up on the way back.

The start is easy to find, with parking and a portaloo. It’s next to the Art of Stone (a workplace rather than an art installation) and opposite the distinctive 123 Chain Lake Drive.

I walked from the centre of town, which was just over 5 miles. The last mile and a half of that was the course, as that runs from out of the city, back towards it. It’s a straightforward out and back: 2.5km down the trail, 2.5km back up. And it is up, usually (as today) with a slight headwind. The climb is slight, too, but enough that you notice it.

Flag at the parkrun start
Flag at the parkrun start.

This is a fairly new event – last year, Saint-Paulin was as far East as I could get and still parkrun. There were 26 walkers and runners today, with the high so far 39. Healthy, but likely to grow, given the number of people using the trail, several of whom stopped to ask what the event was.

Scenery on either side of the trail
Some shade early on (pre 9, this).
Chain Lakes sign
Explanatory sign in front of First Chain Lake.

This trail is just over 7km long, with a few road crossings (none used in the parkrun), but it links with first the BLT (Beachville, Lakeside and Timberlea, with the running club being the splendid “BLT Runners”) and then St Margarets Bay trails, as the Great Runs site mentions.

My walk there was only on the Chain of Lakes trail, otherwise on quiet roads and across parks from Halifax itself.

Halfway marker, COLTA 2.5km (Chain Of Lakes Trail Association)
There is a temporary halfway sign for parkrun – this one is on the trail permanently.

This week, there were visitors from Australia, one of whom caused a minor sensation by going missing – his wife thought perhaps he had stopped for a lie-down (“he’s not very fit”), but he had just missed the turn-around sign. There were a few other Brits, and a couple from Vermont, run-walking their dogs. Halifax is a bit of a tourist hot-spot, and I’m sure future tourists will also explore the Cabot Trail and/or Prince Edward Island, before coming here for parkrun, so it will remain an international event.

Rocks in the Chain Lake on a clear, sunny day
Rocks in the (First?) Chain Lake.

The lakes themselves provide the emergency water supply for Halifax. As a result, it is pretty, but kept fenced off (at one point it was not, and people swam in at least one of the main lakes). More lakes have been added to the chain as the population has grown; it seems like a huge boon for a not-especially-large city (400,000 in the municipality) to have so much fresh water nearby.

View of the lake over a chain fence, from the trail
View of the Lake.

Coffee, with a 10% discount if you say you are with parkrun, is at Second Cup Coffee house, a mile’s walk from the event start/finish. Cross the road, follow the new trail past Bayers Lake, turn right at the end for a short walk along the roadside, then cross over and the place is on your right. Or hop in a car for a lift, I am sure.

I walked back, in hot sun, on more or less the same route as I had arrived on. I’d normally like to be fitter and run 5-6 miles like that, but it’s a great route for some sightseeing on the trail, and then to nose at the grand, clapboard housing in Halifax’s suburbs. I’ve seen all sorts of weather in the 6 days I’ve been here, needing a jumper a couple of times, then seeing fog roll through the place after some flash heavy showers, so you are likely to get variety there as much as from the people and the busy, cute city. Come visit!

Results from event 24, Chain of Lakes parkrun.

Halifax, Nova Scotia

88 year old in suit, bow tie and pork-pie hat
Ex-Englishman who worked in shipping in Canada for many years and retired to Halifax.

I spent 6 days in the busy, pretty city of Halifax. It has a magnificent public library, waterfront walkways with restaurants and bars and pretty parks. A particular highlight are the Halifax Public Gardens. For me, they were a place to wait for a film to start at the nearby cinema. For this gentleman, a place to promenade, take the air and, if you’re lucky, tell stories. He made my day, and we passed half an hour together as he told me jokes, recommended The Cabot Trail, and wandered off with a friend, ribbing him about having to climb the fence to escape the gardens if they left it much longer.

The gardens are beautifully maintained. A place to walk, rather than run, and admire the flowers, stone bridges and birds swooping over the lake.

I spent time on different floors of the library. The other side (from the front entrance) gives great views over the water, away in the distance, once you get high enough.

Halifax Public Library in the blue light of dusk
Halifax Public Library.

I walked the five miles out to the Chain of Lakes parkrun, which takes you past clapperboard houses that suggest the town is prosperous, and then to great views (especially in the sun) over the different lakes.

Rocks on the shore and in the water, looking over a lake
View over the water.
Concrete building with ivy surrounded large 1818-2017 sign
Students were coming back to Dalhousie University as I walked through town. The University was established in 1818, among the oldest in Canada.
Old frigate, now a museum; painted white and turquoise
Old frigate, now a museum.

Catching the train from Montreal to Halifax

I booked ahead, so as to get the best price I could, and just had a seat, rather than a sleeping spot, because this journey only has one overnight part, and it is right near the beginning. The train leaves three times a week, starting at 7pm, and is due in to Halifax at 17:51 the next day.

The seats are comfy, more so than those on the train I had ridden West, from Toronto to Edmonton, last year. The latter did have two seats on either side, so more space if not full (everyone got a two-seat to themselves), but I was happy with the newer single seat on this train.

The ride is smooth, and passes plenty of landscape, if you’re looking.

We were a little delayed, arriving in Halifax just after 7 the next day. In keeping with the generally festive mood on Canadian trains, we were told exactly why that was. In Britain, there would have been a mysterious “incident” up ahead, and even if we had been told, the language would have been torturous. Here, we were immediately told that a freight train ahead had unfortunately hit a truck, no one was hurt but engineers were checking the train over to make sure it could continue.

Trains in North America. A brilliant way to travel.

Frédéric Back parkrun

Frédéric Back parkrun route
Frédéric Back parkrun route. Clockwise.

No laps here, just one not-quite loop, clockwise round the edge of this rapidly-developing park to the NorthWest of the city. You can head straight to the start (9:30 start time), but there may be few people there. They meet at the TOHU building on Rue des Regrattiers, heading over to the start at 9:25.

Me and two other runners, in the sun
View from the first marshal’s point.

Although it looks like a large green area, the centre is under development, so parts are just a path with fencing. A local said the fencing was a recent addition, so if you come, you might find a whole new park to explore. You can see contours on the map – the centre drops away from the path you run round, so you get quite a view over it.

The course is also undulating, starting off downhill. The surface is hard; tarmac in a few places, otherwise gritty paths. Fast, but not that fast. On this summer day, it was warm but not hot, without sunshine some of the time. Perfect running conditions, but nothing could help my lack of recent running, and I struggled. Several minutes slower than my last parkrun, 7 weeks ago. I had run to the venue from the centre of the city. The metro will get you to within a mile of the start if you use it. D’Iberville station is recommended. St Michel is pretty close, too, but with a less-nice walk to the park, along busier roads.

Two runners ahead on a tarmacced section
Tarmacced section.

The briefing was in both French and English, and first-timers were brought to one side and given a little extra information. The most crucial instruction is that on the right route, the path won’t change width. If it does, therefore, you’ve deviated. It’s pretty straightforward, with cones to the sides marking turns you should not take, and a couple of marshals, just in case.

Closer to two runners ahead
Gritty surface.

I took advantage of the fact that I was carrying my phone, and couldn’t get going much quicker, to snap a couple of pictures on the run, which was a rare treat. The sun came out shortly after we’d started, but there was plenty of cloud cover, as you can see.

Three runners and the run director posing in front of country flags, post run
Archie, David, me, Run Director.

I had met David and his son Archie before the run, so we grabbed a photo during our chat afterwards. There was a sizeable number of tourists in the 81 finishers – one Australian, one South African and Brits into double figures. Seven people entirely new to parkrun, too, which suggests the healthy numbers are going to nudge up nicely. There’s certainly room on the course for more people, and the start is wide enough to let people go off at their own pace without problems.

After the run, people head to the TOHU building again for chat and coffee. I joined in for a while, then walked back through Montreal, soaking up sights in different districts as I went.

Results from Frédérick Back parkrun, event 101.

Nautical parkrun, Bronte, ON

Nautical parkrun route
Nautical parkrun route.

Nautical park is to the West of Toronto, but an easy ride from there or further East on the GO transit system. I came from Hamilton, which meant a bus journey to Aldershot to change onto the train, but that wasn’t difficult. The park is then a 4km walk, through a country park and then along main roads (with wide bike paths/pavements). The event team insisted on giving me a lift back afterwards, which was great, but it isn’t too far. There’s a bus, too, if you want to try that.

Nautical parkrun start line
Nautical parkrun start line.

This is a new run, so has fairly low numbers in these early days. But even today, a lady arrived having spotted the signs, and will be back, and another life-time local came along after a conversation with his uncle had let him know parkrun exists. Apart from those two, it was essentially the mother and daughter show – a look at the results will prove it, because there aren’t anywhere near as many surnames as there are finishers.

Nautical parkrun start, group of people in motion
In motion.

The route starts on the side of the football, pitch, running away between cones and into the wooded area. It avoids the middle of the woods, which is mosquito central (as a few of us found to our cost on the way there), running down a wide grassy track to the roadside path. Heading right out of the park, you then complete two loops of this section – there’s a loop on the right of the path, whereas the other end has a cone to mark the turnaround.

Scanning the youngest finisher's barcode - she is 5
Scanning the youngest finisher’s barcode – she is 5.

The event director had suggested (at Monday’s event) I do some barcode scanning at the end, which was a nice bonus. With a small event, there’s a decent chance I’ll come in high enough up the field to make that and running possible – that wouldn’t be the case in the UK, so it was great to grab the opportunity. And it meant being able to see everyone and chat to them, even if only briefly.

There are houses all around this new park, with its new parkrun, so over time this event should grow nicely, though I’m sure it will keep its ‘outside the big city’ feel.

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Results from event 4, Nautical parkrun.

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