Another Dip In The Lake?

Naturally the following day is a gloriously sunny one. We have a breakfast bacon roll sat outside the waterfront café and watch some strange souls who have retuned for another dip in the lake.

Then we pack up and head back home, detouring down the A1/A614 so that we can stop somewhere for a Sunday lunch. We end up at the Old Red Lion at Wellow, somewhere that I’ve passed often enough on several bike rides including the Great Nottinghamshire one. It serves us a decent roast and some half decent beers too.

(Sunday 7^th September)

Only One Of Us...

We’re in Liverpool today for the Liverpool Half Marathon.

That is when we find the start down at the ‘Waterfront’ which could have done with a few race specific signposts. Both L and I have numbers for the race but only one of us is running it. Woe is me.

I think I may have liked it. It looked very congested at the start in the Albert Dock and the finish was a bit iffy through an industrial estate but L said the rest was ok and pretty flat.

There was a good turnout with 6,300 finishers and they even wheeled in Kriss Akabusi to get the event under way.

The boys and I have a nice wander down the last mile of the course and the organisers are even good enough to let me have a t-shirt. We don’t see the barefoot runners but apparently there was blood everywhere. Ewww.

L doesn’t have the best of days and comes in complaining she’s been using the wrong muscles for the last week skiing. Which makes we wonder how I’d have got on had I had two legs to run on.

We drop in at my folks' place on the way home, to share holiday snaps and the like.

Then its home for a double session of 1970’s Top Of The Pops. Just to convince Daughter that life is better in Sheffield. Only kidding but it must have worked, she’s off back there tomorrow. We love her really.

(Sunday 18th March)