It rained for most of the run, and in not finding the train station I continued onwards getting more and more lost with low cloud reducing visibility across the marshes, to a point I found myself in the most unexpected of places, the A47 on what is known as the Acle Straight, and is a very busy road with no grass verge and ditches one side, and thankfully a wide grass verge on the other side - still I would be running along this for at two miles being hit in the face by spray from 60mph lorries - nice not.
To add to matters the charge on my phone had gone but thankfully a caravan was in the lay by and helped me by allowing me to borrow their phone to contact family as I was close to an hour late, and request to be "rescued" at a closed restaurant / pub that was formerly known as the Stracey Arms.
I am knackered but a plus point was wearing the backpack for the duration, and because I had bagged everything inside it in plastic shopping bags, nothing got wet, other than me.......
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