Five days into 2003, and one of the runs of the year to report. Here was one of those frozen-but-sunny-and-windless mornings that people always list as one of their favourite things in the entire universe. Along with crispy bacon sandwiches. I was out by ten o’clock. The lawn was still frost-crunchy, the car windows opaque with ice. Even setting off, I knew this was going to be a good one.… READ MORE.... …