In case you’re going to pull me up for having a lazy weekend, I DID go for a run yesterday! Admittedly only 7 miles (1 hour 8 mins or so), but a run nevertheless. Down to the Royal Oak, across to Hundred Acre Lane, round to Wellhouse Lane, over to the railway and back via the station & Darens flat. The latter seems to have a tree growing out of the chimney… is that anything to do with you Debbs… smoking weed maybe?
I had this vague thought that I was running for both Daren, whose paying customers might not appreciate his dulcet steps running round the poop-deck above their sunday-morning-lay-in and Nick, who is out of action at the moment on account of having allegedly eaten a castle of cake on his own. Thus, with three-up, I felt justified in finding it hard work!
The local farmer didn’t help much by suggesting I must be mad (keen observation actually!) before leisurely driving off in his air conditioned John Deere!