Ben neves's Ben neves race.

Ben neves started running by himself. The original operation record is in 1895. William Swan, a barber/tobacco retailer from Williamsburg, ran from the old post office for 2 hours 4 1 minute. In 1897, William McDonald from Leeds set a record of 2 hours and 27 minutes. Two months later, Swan broke the record in 2 hours and 20 minutes. Later, McDonald shortened the time to 2 hours 18 minutes. The first game was held in 1899. * * * contestant 10, the champion is Hugh? Kennedy.

The starting point of the competition is Kragen Park, and the route is about 4 miles shorter than before. At present, the records of men and women are 1 hour 25 minutes and 1 hour 43 minutes respectively.

There are so many lakes on the plateau. The mountain jutted out of the lake slowly and unobtrusively. From a distance, it looks like a highland sheep lying in the lake. The top of the mountain is connected with the clouds in the sky, and the low clouds gently cover the top of the mountain in the distance, like a bride wearing a veil. The side of the mountain is black. I don't know whether it is the shadow or the color of the rock. On the black shadow, yellow vegetation is exposed. The mottled yellow has mottled red, light yellow and various shades of green. This mountain is mainly dark black, but the mountain behind him is light yellow, and the mountain behind him is blue-green ... layered with colorful charm.

When I arrived at the station near Glasgow, it was already evening. It's raining in Mao Mao at Christmas in the Scottish sky, and white clouds are floating on Christmas Eve. Unexpectedly, we have such a peaceful Christmas Eve in England. Outside the window of the hotel is the wind and rain in Britain, but my heart is full of snow in my hometown.

Tomorrow, we will go to the highlands of Scotland.

On Christmas morning, it was as quiet as if even the birds had a holiday. We came to Loch Lomond with dawn and drowsiness.

The surface of Lake Lemmon is calm and wide, and the silver waves gently beat the bank in the morning light. The scenery here seems to feel more like a lake than Windermere in England, but the vegetation on the lake is obviously sparse.

There are so many lakes on the plateau. The mountain jutted out of the lake slowly and unobtrusively. From a distance, it looks like a highland sheep lying in the lake. The top of the mountain is connected with the clouds in the sky, and the low clouds gently cover the top of the mountain in the distance, like a bride wearing a veil. The side of the mountain is black. I don't know whether it is the shadow or the color of the rock. On the black shadow, yellow vegetation is exposed. The mottled yellow has mottled red, light yellow and various shades of green. This mountain is mainly dark black, but the mountain behind him is light yellow, and the mountain behind him is blue-green ... layered with colorful charm.

In the valley, the stream bursts with silvery white waves, just like the fragrant and attractive water drops on light beer. Where the mountain is steep, the stream becomes a waterfall, hanging down like a silver chain at will, and then falling into the lake intermittently.

The color of the mountain changes too much, and so does the lake. Near the water, clear the ice, and look far away, it is green. On the silver-gray lake, white waves are rippling, and under the waves are the shadows of mountains and trees. The trees in the highlands also have unique personalities. The whole body is covered with green moss and slender vines, or clean white trunks, such as silver poles, rush directly out of the water. The car turned a corner and found that we were actually traveling in a big mountain. The mountains are surrounded by lakes, which separate them. In this way, we walked along the lake, down the mountain and into the highlands.

Several elegant cottages appeared at the foot of the mountain, and Fort William arrived. The town is a distribution center for highland tourism in Scotland, but today it is full of Christmas tranquility, and almost no one is there. William Castle is also a good place to see Ben Nevis, the highest mountain in Britain. It is always mysteriously hidden in rain and fog, and it can't be seen for 300 days out of 365 days a year.

After William Castle, the lake slowly narrowed into a clear river, which shuttled through the Woods, and our road followed her closely. The river is sometimes calm, sometimes swift, sometimes wide and sometimes narrow. If you encounter a sharp bend, the rushing river will hit the boulder on the cliff on the shore, and the white foam will be very dazzling in the gloomy scenery. There are other streams coming to meet her from the mountains, and those streams one after another are all water flowing out of various mountain bags. Well done! Almost every ravine on the mountain has water flowing down, and every stream is only one or two palms wide, but it is so clear and smart. These streams join together to form a big river and flow into Lake Lemmon.

The banks of this river used to be just trees, but now they are yellow grasslands. These grasslands are obviously more yellow, not as bright green as England, nor as silver as North England. On this highland lawn, there will be a cluster of brown grass the size of a hedgehog in the east and a cluster in the west. It may be because no one has trimmed it, or it may be a special kind of grass. Hedgehog-like grasses are linked together, turning an originally yellow-green lawn into a reddish-brown weed. In some places, it is not even completely grass, and the pool makes it more like a swamp. But both water and grass are so clean and fresh, far less dirty and muddy than the swamp I remember.

Suddenly, along the source of the stream, the snow-capped mountains jumped out from behind the trees. Highland, it's really coming To our surprise, we have made the transition from lakes and streams to snowfields deep in the plateau. The snow melts slowly from the top of the mountain and becomes numerous dense streams, each of which is only 20 meters apart. This mountain, from the white peak to the warm yellow hillside, is inlaid with water chains that reflect silver light in the sun. Unconsciously, it began to rain again, and the water flowing on the window was intertwined with the mountain stream, dancing ballet in front of our eyes smartly and wonderfully.

The roots of the snow-capped mountains are immersed in a dense forest, and they are pine and fir trees with evergreen needles. Even the trunk and leaves of pine trees have different colors, and all kinds of green, dark green and dark brown are mixed together. And continue to go higher, fir trees will gradually increase, and that kind of beautiful posture is the same as that of Shanghai Jing' an Park in early spring.

In the rain, the dark brown newly turned soil turned bright red. More blue stones are scattered on the colorful grass. I don't know when the black-faced sheep appeared. Sheep in the highlands of Scotland are real goats. They walked on the slopes of yellow, green, brown and brown, eating weeds and drinking mountain springs, and grew tenaciously despite the continuous drizzle.

On the rolling lawn, all the streams converge into a wide silver chain, which perfectly combines the distant mountains, Woods and grasslands along the road and smudges the rich colors outside the window. On the other side of the road, now the lake appears again. The lake seems to be located on the top of the mountain, not among the mountains. The altitude here is about six or seven hundred meters. The lake should be like half a Tianchi Lake, and there may be countless streams flowing through it. Then this is the source of all the beautiful scenery.

The beauty of the highlands is endless. The lake area in England is like a delicate snack, but the highland in Scotland is as rich as Guangdong morning tea. You never know what will be covered under each steamer.