I went to this running camp in February and had the most amazing time - just being able to get away from everything else in life and spending time with like minded people (all strangers beforehand) felt like a complete break from real life. We stayed in a self catering complex of cottages but had lovely food provided. There was a run of about 5 miles on the Friday night- straight out of the back of the cottage onto the golf course (where rumour has it I used to pick up my dad’s ball and put it into the hole when I was about three years old) and then onto the moor in the dark. On Saturday morning we went for another 5 miles ish with the Barefoot Athlete who teaches running techniques and movement- cue skipping down the hills neighing! Jo Pavey came for lunch then gave us a talk afterwards. We then all headed off to take part in the Wild Night Run. I was pretty rubbish at this and came last but one, but it was still quite fun going over the moor on my own. We then all headed back to the cottages for wine... with Jo Pavey becoming a bit more indiscreet after a few glasses. Weirdly there was no hangover the next morning so perhaps rehydrating after a race with red wine is the way to go? We all then went back on the moor for another run, and I just made the most of it by doing the longer version with only Jo P, Barefoot Joe and one of the other camp participants - I just wanted to be outside and enjoying it! Although I did still walk up the hills which won’t surprise anyone- BUT going down I was much faster than the Olympic athlete who was a bit scared of damaging their livelihood! Sunday evening we went to the pub then chilled watching running documentaries. As I had taken Monday off work too, three of us went on a short coastal run before heading home. It did feel quite selfish and it wasn’t a cheap weekend but my dad was thrilled that he had given me something I enjoyed so much :)