Let’s play a game... Picture this scene and imagine where it is: a narrow, snaking trail, slightly rocky underfoot, lined with trees. It bends left, then right, travels up, then down. The air is a fresh as cut grass, the ground soft underfoot, and birdsong fills the air. You think you’re in the middle of the countryside, don’t you? A huge, spacious chunk of hillside full of wild flowers and bunny rabbits, at least two hours drive from the city.
But, no. This type of tranquility doesn’t only exist in vast tracts of remote Scotland, but right under your nose, within running distance of even the biggest, most densely-populated cities.
Say you wish to run from the centre of Birmingham, on trails to a traily place. Yes, it is very…
