If you're reading this title and thinking this blog post will spotlight fan faves like Elsa, Anna, Olaf, and all the rest of the Disney blockbuster Frozen, stop right here and read no more.
Instead you've got me, Barry and Andrew.
This is a tale of another Arundel, one without princesses, ice monsters, and talking snowmen.
One where three running blokes decided to just Let it Go.
Arundel is a small market town in West Sussex England, a neighbor to Littlehampton, where our mate Martin hailed from. It's about 50 miles south of London.
The river Arun cuts through the town, which encompasses less than 5 square miles.
Arundel's population is about 3,500. That number grew by three last week, when Andrew, Barry and I ventured out of our hotel after a night at one of the town's local pubs, the Red Lion. No surprise, we chose to explore the town on foot, once again by logging some running miles.
In the first mile, this is us coming from our hotel, with Arundel Castle behind us. The castle is the seat of the Duke of Norfolk, don'tcha know. Built by the Normans to protect its wooded plains and valleys from invasion.
Couldn't keep us out of the town, though.
Arundel is also the birthplace of one of the oldest Scout groups in the world.
This Tenderfoot was more than ready to take on the town.
Because there's not too many opportunities in life where you can rock Flash running gear in front of a 12th century castle.
True fact: people born in this town are known as Mullets, due to the fish in the river Arun.
This is me glaring at Andrew if he ever considers growing a mullet.
Fitting, considering the reason that we were even in England to begin with, that we'd go down to the River to remember a friend
These ruins were ruined long before Barry and Andrew got at them.
Long, long before. Like almost a millennium. And they're still standing after we left town.
Andrew and Barry storm the ramparts
Not sure why they wouldn't answer the door for Andrew
Turns out they have a cave troll
Outside the gorgeous Arundel Cathedral
Entrance to the cemetery
Oldest trail we've ever logged the miles on. By about a thousand years.
The true etymology of the word Arun traces back to a British word arno, which means run.
Yep. Seems appropriate.
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