Cliff said that they were out in the worst part of the storm and that the weather was ’so bad’ that they were just slipping everywhere in the mud while being inundated with sheets of water. In the pitch dark.
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And a pavement through a build-up area, where the puddles seemed to be jumping out at me as I ran past. When we turned to the East towards Firle Beacon at the top of the hill, I finally emerged from Cliff’s lea and the full force of the wind hit me. It was so strong that it was actually difficult to breathe and when it started to hail, ten minutes later, it was like needles stinging the side of my face. Nick & Anna’s son Sam is just as much of a car nut as his Dad and whenever they see a fast car, he points it out. His speech is not yet fully formed, so he says far-ca. He has also grasped the idea of more than one and pronounces another as ‘nuvva. So you can imagine Nick’s [...] No, I don’t mean clothing… it’s still WAY too cold for me to wear shorts, although Cliff probably went back to wearing them straight after his annual Christmas break! No, having had more than my fair share of mud, sweat and tears (of laughter) this week, I decided to go for a pavement run… which is [...] Oh, how I wish the Bok had been here with his freshly laundered trainers! I could almost have paddled my kayak in places, it was that wet. Yes, you read that right: I actually slowed down! ’nuff said? It was another chilly morning in Sussex and the glorious sunshine was one of the two reasons that I wished I had worn my Oakleys (no, I don’t have Prada sunnies either). We went to see the eclectic, genre-bending Danny’s Last Dance |
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