
A 26-mile run through deserted Dartmoor isn't everyone's idea of a weekend break, but it can be an exhilarating form of escapism – as long as you watch your step
The clouds are black, pile-driving over the hills and spitting cold rain in our faces. We're standing in a car park on the edge of Dartmoor, trying to get changed into running gear before it starts to pour.
"OK, let's do it," says Ceri Rees, our guide and leader.
I've come to Devon for a new Wild Running weekend, a 26-mile scamper acros...
Published on April 12, 2013 12:59