I’m lucky enough to live in Northumberland where runners say a quick hello (or at least a grimace) to each other when running.
I( tried this once when running in London and genuinely thought the girl running the other way was going to get me arrested.)
But we all keep to our clans so it’s generally only runners to runners or bikers to bikers etc.
Except in the morning. Out running round my town this morning (as all other mornings) every dog walker without fail said good morning.
In the evening they look at you with open hostility like I’m going to run over pooch or actively walk on one side of the path with the most hated of implements the extendable lead across the other side while they stare at their phones hoping I will trip up.
The blackbirds were singing as dawn was breaking today and the good mornings made a very welcome start to my day.