No ParkRun today. The weather forecast from the night before suggested rain. I chose a weekend lie in. By the time I was up and about around 8am, the rain threat had disappeared and it was too late to drag my arse all the way into Sunny Colch. This was disappointing. ParkRun is the rhythm of the weekend. It sets you up for what is to come.#
I wasn't going to be defeated. I set off instead on an Estuary Wilds 10km run. This would probably be my final time around this route this year. The onset of any rain makes running in the rain a muddy affair. That's not for me.#
The Ferry folk were preparing the boat down by the Quay. It must also be one of the final weekends when the Ferry is running. A little further upstream and there was a dingy race setting off from the Sailing Club. It was quite a sight seeing the sails all chasing the breeze.#
I looked briefly on shore at some of the nature shit as I plodded on. Nature shit is usually low on my priorities when I am pounding the mean streets / trails of CO7. Some kind of wader birds were up to their knees in mud. I couldn't work out if they were coming or going ahead of the change of season#
I reached Alresford village. The school was setting up for a Saturday fete. I felt it a little odd; was this a late, late summer fete, or an early autumn one? Either way, they were lucky with the weather this late in the year.#
The return leg of the round route was strong. I clocked up just over 52 minutes for the 10km circuit.#
It was a relaxed start to Saturday morning around the house. I had a bonkers Brixton conversation with A. It somehow ended up with us playing Mean Mr Mustard.#
Robert Elms had an ACE interview with Paul Gorman, the author of The Rise and Fall of the Music Press. Everyone always thinks that the Golden Days of the Inkies took place during their particular heyday. The NME was pretty unmissable for me between '89 - '95. It's sad that the music press as we know it now no longer exists. #
An eBay offer dropped for a reduced Aztec Camera Knife CD. Yes please. I'll have that. It completes the Roddy Frame set for me.#
I tried to get the weekend routine back on track. I cycled off to the pool. There was a female not just picking, but enthusiastically eating blackberries along the Trail. TUCK IN, Madam. A little further down and I spotted the Cormorant perched high on his Hythe pole for the first time this season.#
There was an Open Day at the pool. This meant that the place was buzzing. I couldn't get a spot in the lanes and so I bided my time in the spa. I had a WEIRD conversation with some random unknown middle-aged woman who demanded to know: "Whatever happened to the Weird Wiv Forum?" It ate itself, Luv. There.#
The Undertaker was putting in the lengths. He could see that I was waiting, along with others. He very kindly finished his swim at my end towards the spa, and then gave me the nod for the quick changeover. It was a little technical swimming in such a busy pool. I still managed to duck in at just under 17 minutes for 40 lengths.#
Back at base I had an offer of £10 for a Beatles promo CD. Yep, deal done. I've been trying to offload it for weeks.#
With still no sign of rain, my legs were itching for a bicycle ride. I switched over to the roadie and rolled her up the hill ahead of a short ride. Dotty came calling from the house next door, sitting up high on the garden gate. Dotty is a worry.#
It was a decent ride. The road has been resurfaced in the run in to Tenpenny Hill. I passed the pond out towards [Gawd knows where]. It was bone dry.#
A bee nipped in underneath my helmet by Bobby George's mansion. I had to stop to release it. A most magnificent deer then darted out in front of me. We had an interesting stand off for a few seconds. I somehow managed to clock up a speed of 40kmh on the flat run in. Chapeau! #
The news of the passing of Pharaoh Sanders hit me hard. I'm very late in exploring his back catalogue. But WHAT a back catalogue.#
We watched the first part of The Labour Files early evening. Yep. That all seems familiar. Little shits.#
No ParkRun today. The weather forecast from the night before suggested rain. I chose a weekend lie in. By the time I was up and about around 8am, the rain threat had disappeared and it was too late to drag my arse all the way into Sunny Colch. This was disappointing. ParkRun is the rhythm of the weekend. It sets you up for what is to come.#
I wasn't going to be defeated. I set off instead on an Estuary Wilds 10km run. This would probably be my final time around this route this year. The onset of any rain makes running in the rain a muddy affair. That's not for me.#
The Ferry folk were preparing the boat down by the Quay. It must also be one of the final weekends when the Ferry is running. A little further upstream and there was a dingy race setting off from the Sailing Club. It was quite a sight seeing the sails all chasing the breeze.#
I looked briefly on shore at some of the nature shit as I plodded on. Nature shit is usually low on my priorities when I am pounding the mean streets / trails of CO7. Some kind of wader birds were up to their knees in mud. I couldn't work out if they were coming or going ahead of the change of season#
I reached Alresford village. The school was setting up for a Saturday fete. I felt it a little odd; was this a late, late summer fete, or an early autumn one? Either way, they were lucky with the weather this late in the year.#
The return leg of the round route was strong. I clocked up just over 52 minutes for the 10km circuit.#
It was a relaxed start to Saturday morning around the house. I had a bonkers Brixton conversation with A. It somehow ended up with us playing Mean Mr Mustard.#
Robert Elms had an ACE interview with Paul Gorman, the author of The Rise and Fall of the Music Press. Everyone always thinks that the Golden Days of the Inkies took place during their particular heyday. The NME was pretty unmissable for me between '89 - '95. It's sad that the music press as we know it now no longer exists. #
An eBay offer dropped for a reduced Aztec Camera Knife CD. Yes please. I'll have that. It completes the Roddy Frame set for me.#
I tried to get the weekend routine back on track. I cycled off to the pool. There was a female not just picking, but enthusiastically eating blackberries along the Trail. TUCK IN, Madam. A little further down and I spotted the Cormorant perched high on his Hythe pole for the first time this season.#
There was an Open Day at the pool. This meant that the place was buzzing. I couldn't get a spot in the lanes and so I bided my time in the spa. I had a WEIRD conversation with some random unknown middle-aged woman who demanded to know: "Whatever happened to the Weird Wiv Forum?" It ate itself, Luv. There.#
The Undertaker was putting in the lengths. He could see that I was waiting, along with others. He very kindly finished his swim at my end towards the spa, and then gave me the nod for the quick changeover. It was a little technical swimming in such a busy pool. I still managed to duck in at just under 17 minutes for 40 lengths.#
Back at base I had an offer of £10 for a Beatles promo CD. Yep, deal done. I've been trying to offload it for weeks.#
With still no sign of rain, my legs were itching for a bicycle ride. I switched over to the roadie and rolled her up the hill ahead of a short ride. Dotty came calling from the house next door, sitting up high on the garden gate. Dotty is a worry.#
It was a decent ride. The road has been resurfaced in the run in to Tenpenny Hill. I passed the pond out towards [Gawd knows where]. It was bone dry.#
A bee nipped in underneath my helmet by Bobby George's mansion. I had to stop to release it. A most magnificent deer then darted out in front of me. We had an interesting stand off for a few seconds. I somehow managed to clock up a speed of 40kmh on the flat run in. Chapeau! #
The news of the passing of Pharaoh Sanders hit me hard. I'm very late in exploring his back catalogue. But WHAT a back catalogue.#
We watched the first part of The Labour Files early evening. Yep. That all seems familiar. Little shits.#
