Sunday morning, after a night staring at the ceiling counting segments I decided the time was right for a run. I'd pieced together a route the night before, for the first time venturing into Beacon Bay. I've never lived on the other side though, so many assumptions were made about distance.
I'm now intimately aquainted with everything you can see in Beacon Bay if you're staring at the ground; car mags, small dogs, verges, storm water drains and the wall I leant against while refuelling at the cafe where the N6 arrives in Slummies.
