Fountains Abbey Parkrun

Being of generous spirit I mention to Jan that we should pop to Fountains Abbey for breakfast before we nipped to the Post Office to pick up a parcel that couldn't be delivered because we were out.
Jan usually makes a BLT (and very good it is too) once a week and this was my somewhat feeble attempt to relieve her of that burden.
The cafe opens at 9.30 and it was raining gently so I looked forward to entertaining my beloved in the quiet whilst looking out over the lovely grounds.
There were a few people returning from what looked like a brisk (but wet) morning walk/run as we settled to chomp through a somewhat dry but nonetheless tasty bacon bap in the large cafe seating area.
And they came. There must have been over 200 of them (I know this because I asked how many the cafe could seat) and it wasn't in any way quiet or intimate. It was noisy a bit steamy and we were surrounded by a great many mud splashed individuals of all ages. We had just witnessed the end of the Fountains Abbey Parkrun.