Another morning run, this time following some trails marked on a topographic map. Passing through an open gate we seemed to be running into a farmyard. A couple of country blokes looked at us askew, as we came closer, me in lime green and blue tights and crop top, and Bob in his running shorts. At a distinct fenceline and locked gate, I asked the guy about the trail marked on the map leading to the highway and general store. After informing us that he had bought the land and that this was the track, he permitted us to go through the gate and follow the track up through wonderful forest on a sandy track. All too soon, we wound back to the highway, where we followed it along for a kilometre or so on a narrow, busy road. Retracing our steps in time to meet the courier bringing the newspapers from Hobart to the General Store, we ended up home having had a really enjoyable, if short run or about 8k. Later that day we took the bikes for a spin when we put them together. It was cold! Maximum that day of 14°C in Hobart meant that it was probably a darn site colder on the bikes and with a significant wind chill near the Great Southern Ocean. While Bob continued riding to Port Arthur, a round trip of 66km, I turned around at Taranna, about 40kms of riding including a great climb up from Eaglehawk Neck on the way back.