Running in woodland is good for the following reasons. The path is winding singletrack with small hills. There are roots and branches underfoot. It’s green and cool. When you look to the side all the perspectives seem to go away up a gentle slope between coppiced hazels. You hear the insects and the birds. You run alongside a stream which at this time of year is really just a chain of stepped, shallow pools full of tannin. If it rains you hear the first few drops fall but for the moment nothing touches you and you are still dry. The wood seems made for you. The wood doesn’t seem made for anyone. The wood–though it is essentially an industrial site abandoned a hundred years ago, its internal architecture determined by the needs of charcoal burning and iron smelting–doesn’t seem made at all.