I can't believe it's nearly two years since Daz was taken from us. He's still missed by many I'm sure.

A couple of days after he died I went for a long run over the wild hills at the end of the Derwent valley on a bright clear morning to reflect.
I did a similar run last year in similar conditions. Today I went out for a random run and for some reason I ended up in the same wild spot with out any thought to the route or the date. It was only on the run down off Barrow stones that I realised the significance.