There is a great temptation to leave this to Cliff for a brief comment. Suffice to say that it’s amazing what you can do on a Bank Holiday weekend, even if you do spend the middle day recovering from a run!
And did I mention that it’s warm out today?
When Kim & I were in Seattle in June, we met Nigel & Kristin’s friends Claudia & Russell. All six of the aforementioned could be described as certifiably crazy to some extent, but I think, right at this moment, Russell takes the podium.
Our very good friends Carolyn & Scott had agreed to put up with us for the week and really were the perfect hosts
I remember some time ago Nick mentioning to me about running after a few beers before and I also remember reminding myself not to try it myself
Are you crazy?
The other guys, the ones who said yes, must think I’m completely crazy, huh?
I was contentedly supping on my quad-spresso this morning, tucked up in my reading chair with a truly excellent book, The Lost Village, by Richard Askwith.
Cliff said that they were out in the worst part of the storm and that the weather was ’so bad’ that they were just slipping everywhere in the mud while being inundated with sheets of water. In the pitch dark.
The sweat and tears from the day were showered off with the paint & dust and only then did we started packing.