Anyway, it will come as small surprise that the 7.30am gathering this morning was slightly more muted than normal!
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Pretty good going considering it was a conversational run over a bowl of soup kind of morning. Found: one black sock with red stripe in the shower room. Any takers? It was lovely to see the investment that had been made in the properties along the route: perfect fences, fledgling hedges and even inner fences to manage livestock; refurbished houses and even one gorgeous new house where there used to be a bit of a shack; cleared undergrowth and well managed woodland. Just a quick note to highlight the fact that I’ve now finished Nice’n icy… and added in Dessert for good measure. And while I’m about it, can I mention that my legs are really stiff after my run yesterday? By the time I woke up this morning, the sun had worked its magic and it was only zero in the shade and much, much hotter inside my goretex jacket in the blazing sun. After all the serious fun… there was a day of ice-karting! I’m really sorry Dai… if I’d realised it was you I would have offered you a lift mate! You must have been perishin’! And knackered by the time you got home! After another four-thirty alarm, I drove to Stansted in the pouring rain, left my car with a delighted parking attendant and checked in. And all before coffee, which I find remarkable. In the meantime, I thought you may be interested in my latest annual Swedish pilgrimage to worship at the alter named VCDA: The Volvo Cars Driving Academy. |
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