Chariots of Fire 10k

 You've seen the film's opening shot?  A couple of figures walking on a beach beside the steely North Sea, the ancient university city of St Andrews on the skyline. 

A line of runners appears in the distance, far up the stretch of sand.

 We had our own family re-enactment of Chariots of Fire today, at the 10k of the St Andrews Running Festival. Here are husband and daughter, 3rd and 4th from the right, on the second West Sands leg of the circuit. 

No baggy white shorts and singlets as in the film; instead high performance leggings, trainers and goodness knows what else.  Also hats - in my daughter's case, MY hat, purloined at the last minute because of extreme wind-chill. Nor was there any thought of splashing barefoot through the sea - a safe distance was kept.
 

Meanwhile the other half of the family tried to keep warm and failed, and as a distraction we took photos of anything that moved and much that didn't.  My son, below, trying to capture the swirling patterns of wind-blown sand. 
 

The dunes against a darkening sky.
 

The optimistic aim of runners trying to lob their water cups and gel sachets into a litter bin. 
 

The hazard, perhaps unique to this race, of children building a sandcastle in mid-route. 

And at the end, a remarkably un-puffed looking daughter, and just a glimpse of her dad trying to keep up with her.