a Sunday running chronicle · North Head
Prologue
five Sundays from before the edition had a name.
North Head · Fairy Bower · March – May 2026
Twenty-second of March · the full field on the ramp.
The Sundays were already running long before anyone thought to keep the ledger. Five from the autumn, to start the shelf.
Where every one of these mornings ends up: the wall at Fairy Bower, salt drying on shoulders, the café queue forming itself into a finishing chute.
The run is the excuse. This is the meeting.
Three in, on the last Sunday before winter started asking questions. The edition proper opens the following week.
Everything after this got written down.