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.
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.