Carry on camping

The thing with running, is that it just doesn't lend itself to camping. Not the sort of camping that the sort of running I enjoy most, brings you closest to anyway. By which I mean, any run on the fells or the coast will more often than not take you past some wonderful camps - places in which I would love to stay a while, perhaps all day until the next.
It's not that multi-day runs are out of the question, indeed some of the best trips of late have been just that, carrying no more than a little water, cash and a toothbrush. And they have been great trips for exactly that reason (among others), that is, the absolute lack of gear, faff and, well, the luxury of beds, baths, beer and food made in a kitchen by someone else - all of which is made even better by the fact that it is entirely justifiable. Stay at a B&B on a paddling trip? But what option does one have when running for three consecutive's not even a guilty pleasure. Just pleasure. And whatever the price…

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