Monday outing

What is the purpose of working for yourself if you can’t be spontaneous on a work day?  My car was in for service and I had a civilised four-door loan car, so I took my parents out for the day.

We headed along the coast to Birling Gap for morning tea and though it was sparkly bright &  sunny, the wind was so strong that we had to sit inside.

Next we stopped at Beachy Head for a walk and it’s a really good job that my Dad doesn’t need a toupe!

We found lunch somewhere the other side of Eastbourne (wasn’t Daren here recently?) before heading back.

Kimdavid Gardening Services

Kim and I had surprised our friends Jo & Simon by agreeing to help tidy their garden, which had got the better of them in the last few months.  Not kidding!

Our sign clearly stated that our hours were strictly 11am to 3pm and that payment was via the provision of a long lunch… I had something along the lines of 12pm to 2pm in mind.  In retrospect that was clearly very optimistic!

By shortening my run, we managed to arrive slightly early and but an initial survey of the task ahead suggested it might have been better to have arrived earlier still… like the morning before!  It was a jungle!

Out came the hedge-trimmer and all our assorted favourite tools and in we waded.  Jo had been very sensible in outsourcing their two young girls for the day, which meant we could get stuck right in, and very soon it was raining off-cuts.  Which did not  particularly amuse Kim as she patiently worked her way along the garden weeding and clearing the beds.

Oh, and it was raining too, my running weather finally having caught up with us.  I put my faith in the RCD and soldiered on, pausing only for the heaviest of showers or when my arms occasionally complained about the weight of the trimmer held out at shoulder height!

Despite the rain, which was pretty much continuous, it turned out to be a really fun day, though we felt shortchanged by a fifteen minute lunch-break around three-o’clock.  Jo had managed one car-load to the tip before it closed, but thanks to Simon removing most of a tree and my insistence that we cleared the pavement outside too, they still had a garage load of garden waste to take.  We finally stopped after eight hours of hard work… and we hadn’t even touched the rear garden!

The transformation was profound though, particularly as Kim had cleared the edges of the lawn to show it’s flowing design. 

After a sublime hot shower soothed away the muscle strain and banished that damp feeling that you get from working in the rain, we were properly rewarded with a cold glass of Chablis and a truly delicious meal.

There really is very little in life that beats good honest manual work, fine food and great friends!

Rain gear engaged

It was raining in a kind of lightweight but persistent way, but after a night of torrential rain I felt that it might be a good morning to test out my new Adidas mud pluggers & make sure that my Gore jacket was still working.  I had only a short window of opportunity this morning, but as I ran off down the road, so my phone beeped and the message ‘I thought you were coming early’  shortened it further.

The new trainers seemed quite comfortable, but as Kurt observed, were a bit clonky on tarmac and slippery on wet wood.  Strangely, despite the rain and overnight downpour, the was no mud at all, but the undergrowth was sodden wet and the routes onto the Common were not at all obvious.  Eventually I braved the stinging nettles and shoulder-high ferns to get through, leaving my wet legs and shorts decorated with hundreds of little seeds.

I ran around the Common once and then another half again so that I could exit more easily and then ran home.  28 minutes, 3.3miles makes just over 7mph which was not bad considering the faffing around getting onto the Common.

My recommendation is not to get run over by a pair of these orange things though… the leaf below was my first casualty!

A quiche on Friday

6.30am yesterday arrived mid-dream and even though the alarm woke me, it left me unsure for some time how much of the intrigue in my head was real.  I was rising early for a run with the Bok and for once (after consuming my quadspresso) I felt ready for him!

However, 7.30 came and went and with no call to warn of his late arrival, I called him at ten to eight.  It just rang out to voicemail.  Worried, I called back at 8am to be answered by a sleepy voice… just woken up.

Mindful of the time, but not wanting to waste the morning, I went out for a quick run on my own.  Out to the Royal Oak, up through Hundred Acre Wood, back down the magical path and back through to the house.

I managed to maintain the pace that I had run at the track on Tuesday evening for about twenty minutes, delighted at how effective just one training session had been and although my performance tailed off, I was still running well at the end.

En route I got accosted by three boisterous dogs, received a telephone call, which, since it was from John Munn who was a very keen runner himself, I took without stopping, and got rained on, albeit briefly.

I covered a sniff under 6 miles in a mere 48 minutes… just under 7.5mph.  Based on that, I guess I had better continue with the training, although maybe I should give the more local Burgess Hill club a try to save the additional drive!

Rock-star venue

Kim and I went to an interesting private art viewing last night to see Rachel Cowell‘s work, along with other Ginger Moo artists, at a truly remarkable venue called Ridge Farm.  Ridge farm is a real rock-star venue, as from 1974 until 2002 it was the home of one of the most pre-eminent recording studios of the period, hosting way more than a few bands that you might have heard of!

Now it presents as the perfect hideaway to host anything from an exclusive wedding party to a break away for friends, with extensive grounds, swimming pool, tennis court and memorable accommodation. 

Last night we had a mere taste of the place, but if the flair that they brought to a simple barbecue is anything to go by, this is somewhere worth remembering for that really special occasion.