Project Man strikes again

Another weekend passes with no run… there’s definitely a habit forming here!

Once again it was Project Man who got in the way!

Peace on the upper deck was shattered on Sunday morning when Project Man started sizing up the next stage in this autumn’s garden intervention.

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Having cut out a slot eight inches wide by about five feet long, I then cut down the middle of the membrane underneath and stapled it to the joist either side.  I then dug down one spade-depth into the compacted clay to create a deep trench.

Lower shuttering ready to go inUpper shuttering assembled in situ

Although the bamboo that is going to live in the slot is a clumper (as opposed to a runner like me!), I still ideally wanted it to remain in the chosen location so I created shutters for the side of the trough using the decking remnants taken up the other weekend.  Since one of the challenges is keeping pots on this HOT South-facing deck watered in the summer, the trough has no base… the bamboo should thus be able to find some moisture (although potentially a way out) and I shouldn’t need to worry about drainage.

I lined the sides of the trough with a membrane to reduce the likelihood of the bamboo finding an easy way through and filled the bottom with gravel.

Then came the physical bit: amongst the various pots of bamboo that I have grown was a large one that had been living uncomfortably set into the ground… the hard base of the pot meant that it dried out in summer just as quickly as the pots on the deck.

I should have split it last year, if not the year before, so the pot was jammed full of roots and it took me more than half an hour to split it into eight mini-clump that would serve my needs.

Split bamboo ready for insertion

Having figured out an order to the clumps, I then planted them into the trough using the compost harvested the other week… I really hope that there are no stinging nettles in this batch!

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Experience with bamboo over the years has shown me that using pebbles as a top-dressing has two advantages.  It keeps the moisture in, which is really helpful in such a hot location, but it also serves to stop the bamboo forming into tight clumps, which keeps it visually attractive.

These pebbles are not as large as I would have ideally liked, but they are appropriate for the size of the slot… and were all that the garden centre had in stock in any case!

Clear of the tools and assorted paraphernalia (and absent one glove, which has either been planted or is now waiting under the deck for rescue), peace finally returned to the finished deck, allowing Project Man to relax for another week!

Maybe I’m better off running next weekend… at least that doesn’t (usually) take all day!

The finished article... with the panel from last week... and with the lights on

Exhausting non-run

As I sit here writing on a now wet and windy Sunday afternoon, I am pretty much totally exhausted… despite the fact that I didn’t muster a run!

Yesterday I cut and scarified the grass, cut the grass on the green and washed the cars.  With a little energy still left, I thought that I would progress the garden project that I started the other weekend.  The first step was to empty the compost heap… the contents fitted neatly into one large canvass garden rubbish collector.  Oh, and six large sacks that I could hardly move.

Kim then helped me to lift the structure out of the way and we dragged the (now giant) Acer into the gap that was left.  In between rain showers we lifted the structure into the space left by the Acer and I put the non-composted material back in it, leaving the six sacks of compost ready for a later part of the exercise.

Deck with prototype panel

Buoyed up by the speed with which we had completed this, I decided to make a start on the fence panel.  I removed the prototype panel (an off-cut of bamboo screen that I had rigged up between two posts) and jointed the uprights into the decking joists for extra strength.  I then decided how big the panel should be and laid it out flat on the deck to check where the centre rail needed to sit.  I drilled and screwed the corners and repeated the exercise to create a second identical frame.

Checking the frame for size

I laid bamboo screen across the bottom frame and stapled it into position, then put the second frame on top, drilling and screwing the two frames together.  The resultant panel was then lifted into position and bolted to the uprights.

The complete panelThe panel in place

By the time I had cleared my tools away I was fit for nothing at all!

This morning Kim cut shrubs back and generally tidied the area up whilst I tidied the area behind the panel and moved pots of bamboo around.  This part of the project is now complete but the exertion once again left me comatose for more than an hour this afternoon!

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It’s been a really fun weekend, but no chance for a run now… I’m far too exhausted!

Playing in the traffic

Those of you who know me know that I don’t answer my phone if I’m in the car, but there I was talking on my phone in the fast lane of the M25 on my way home from Cambridge on Friday evening with my client in the car.  Probably worse still, I was walking around in the traffic while I talked.

To be fair the traffic was all stationary, excepting the occasional motorcycle weaving through the parked cars and lorries, courtesy of some idiot who had decided to test the response time of the Police and Bomb Squad about a mile ahead of us.

Despite no bathroom facilities and no dinner, it was at least sunny and warm, whilst the occasional inexplicable 100m movement forwards kept us all hopeful and on our toes during the six and a half hour delay.  A typical British ‘Dunkirk spirit’ prevailed amongst the drivers around us and there was actually a real sense of camaraderie.

Crucially, my eventual nine and a half hour journey home was nowhere near as dire as it could have been thanks in large order to my client, Giles, being really good fun to be with.

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I spent the first part of Saturday writing a workshop and planning for next week and then Kim and I went off to a very special barbecue.  It was a celebration of 49-edness amongst my school friends… a series of 50th birthday parties starts in November.

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A lay-in and more planning this morning left me with no particular desire to run (especially after hearing that Pete ran sixty-odd miles on Thursday and Friday), so I’ve given myself a special dispensation… a weekend off!

May your week ahead be sunny and idiot-free!

Birthday suit

I received an invitation this week to run between the piers in Brighton later in the year.  This should theoretically be a pretty short sprint, but the invitation came from Cliff and Andy, so I now need to think about increasing my training mileage again.

The last few weekends I have been satisfied with a short run on the machine, but since it was my birthday today and in light of the aforementioned invitation, I thought I would get out into the fresh air.  Especially as Mark had also sent me a text as he was starting a 30 mile run this morning.

I did my favourite short circuit, taking in the edge of Wivelsfield, West Wood and the Magical Path.

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It was a lovely day for running and I made good time in the first half hour… right up until I bumped into Lew in his huge Dodge truck.  It was so good to catch up that I stood chatting for about 40 minutes, before running the rest of the way home.

5.2 miles in about 50 minutes plus a 40 minute conversation.

Back at base, I had just jumped out of the shower when my lovely Aunt phoned to wish me Happy Birthday.  I sat in the garden chatting to her for quite a while, enjoying the conversation.  I didn’t like to confess that I was only wearing my birthday suit!

Comedy of errors

We had such a fun evening yesterday that I felt compelled to run in order that I could write about it.

My run of 2.5 miles on the machine was completed in 20 minutes and 40 seconds, an average of 7.2 mph.  The only thing of note about it was that rather than my normal lollop, I tried to run with my body relaxed and my head as level as possible, which meant that my legs needed to work a little harder.

But last night…

Our friends (who might well wish to remain anonymous) and their two children were house-sitting in a rambling old pile in the country and the intention, having finished aperitifs, was to wander down to the cosy pool house and cook at the table on a French raclette hotplate.

The sitting room had lazy chairs and sofas perfect for aperitifs, but Kim, famous for her ability to dial up her younger self, sat on a thick rug on the floor and instantly connected with the other eight-year old children.

Three dogs and a cat ambled through this set from time to time, occasionally demanding attention or surreptitiously trying to relax into one of the chairs, as if they too were owed a G&T… only to be spotted, told off and sent out.

Having relaxed into the evening, we locked the house and set off like Sherpas through the drizzle or the pool house, where the table was set and the hotplate was ready to go.  Seats were taken, drinks poured and the hotplate brought up to temperature.

At which point the power inconveniently went off.

The pool house fuse board, when we eventually located it, was of the old variety and before we set about trying to figure out whether one had actually blown (or searching for a stash of fuse wire), we sensibly checked the board in the house.  This had circuit breakers and there was a cheer when the lights came on again, truncated abruptly when they went straight back off.

We tried several times, with and without an ageing extension-lead and in to different sockets, before we reluctantly acquiesced and turned to the barbecue sitting outside by the pool.

This was lit and almost up to temperature, in the damp, fading light, when it promptly ran out of gas.  Undaunted, a replacement bottle was located and, having eventually figured out that the thread is reversed, was ready to be connected.

Apart from a plastic security cap, which we were unable to remove.

Fortunately there was a second replacement bottle and the barbecue quickly sizzling with chicken goujons, steak strips and halloumi cheese.  About this time the sky faded to black amid the odd drop of rain and a runner was dispatched to turn on the garden & pool lights… at which point all the pool house lights went out again.

We then realised the halloumi, overlooked in the conversation and commotion, had become charred on one side.  Sacré bleu!

We reset the circuit breaker and resigned ourselves to lighting the barbecue proceedings with a torch, which worked pretty well until the torch suddenly faded from bright to dim and quickly expired to a collective groan.

My iPhone was not really up to the job, but it at least provided a glow by which we could locate the final strips and we beat a hasty retreat to the pool house.

For the duration of this episode, Kim was totally absorbed in a strange board game with one of the other eight year olds, the low murmur of dialogue between them occasionally punctuated with a defensive shout: a claim that one or other of them had cheated, generally followed by a vociferous denial!

The feast (served around ten from a six o’clock start) was magnificent, with baked potatoes covered in raclette cheese (heated on the stove in the pool house), the saltly charred halloumi, barbecued meats and a delicious salad… surrounded by the bubbling conversation of old friends.

The only slight tension amid the hilarity was when we realised that one of the dogs had uncharacteristically disappeared from the proceedings.  The children went off in search but came back empty-handed, although at least we knew that the front gates to the grounds were shut.

While fresh coffee was brewed and perfectly made meringues and tasty berries were wheeled out to be united with extra thick double cream, a search party finally located the dog.  He had sneaked into the sitting room, probably when the circuit breakers were being reset.

One imagines that he was relaxing comfortably into a deep chair, listening to Rachmaninov and supping on a heavy glass tumbler of single malt.

Thank you to our great friends for a truly memorable evening!

Midweek run

I had a workshop to write this morning, which led to a late breakfast and no run.

However I did find time for a quick run last Tuesday evening, after a slightly frustrating day of desk research.  It was a lovely evening and I decided to run for 15 minutes and then turn round and run back.

The route was nothing special, consisting of one long street in a somewhat tired part of town.  I would have taken a different route back if I’d had the energy… or the time to get completely lost!

The turn point looked like this… any guesses where I was?

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The return journey was pretty hard work… you would have thought I had run ten miles by the energy I had left.

Alas though, the round trip was only 3.2 miles in 31 minutes.  Average 6.2 mph and all the more reason that I probably should have run today.  Ho hum!

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After a really fun 60+hour working week, it was lovely to relax over the weekend.

In consequence I wasn’t in a hurry to do a long run and opted instead for another short dash on the machine.

2.5 miles in a little over 20 minutes left my feet burning from the hot conveyor belt… on account of my not wearing shoes again.

Have a great week peops!

Two and a half bare feet

I had been lost in creative mode this morning, supping on a couple of quadspressos and time had flown by.  It was past ten o’clock and already a hot summer’s day, so rather than miss a(nother) Sunday run, I stripped down to my boxers and jumped barefoot onto the running machine… it’s one of the real benefits of having one in-house!

After a brief warm-up I increased the speed to 7.5mph and ran along with my mind on other stuff.  The run was a token gesture, 2.5 miles in 21 minutes, but something trumps nothing and I felt all the better for it.

Out of shape

It’s amazing how quickly you can get out of shape!  Despite a holiday which involved many excellent walks and one fantastic run, ten days was all it took to return to (no) form!

Sunday saw me running out along my road route in a particularly lacklustre way and turning around at the 3-mile point.

I then retraced my steps and though I diverted slightly to discover a small park behind Marle Place that I’d not seen before, I essentially completed 6 miles in one hour.

I don’t even have any photos to show for it, but sometimes it’s important to just keep your hand in… or running legs and writing brain in this case.