It was a lovely afternoon.
In fact, it was scorchio.
When I rounded the corner and saw the farmer was watering the crops I was tempted to take a detour and run through the spray. Before realising he was also probably pumping insecticides, herbicides, and various other pesticides with the water. So gave it a miss.
My reward for completing day two of Juneathon? A tutti frutti cider.
Running = 8.6 miles