Amanda said you were surprised not to get a photographic
accompaniment to her email about the PL10k; here you go then:
It's a bit late now to start thinking you left the grill on...
Recall if you will, how Amanda hid from me at the start of the
Dorking 10m. She's doing it again. Maybe that's what she was
thinking about earlier.
"I say, Carruthers! What the bloody hell are all these peasants
doing on the drive?!"
Into the valley of Ranmore raced the three hundred and eighty-seven!
It's no good. Flap your arms as much as you like, you're staying on
the ground down there.
What goes down must come up.
Everybody's looking for the dry line - a fool's errand if ever there
Flat? Not muddy? You're spoiling us!
Hmm... nothing about runners in or out of the field. But
then they're all just following one another, maybe there's no need
to distinguish the different kinds of sheep...
A bit drizzly now. Not really cold or wet, but definitely
not the weather we'd been promised a few days ago. At least the end
is in sight, only a couple of hundred metres left now.
She thinks it's all over. It is now!
Well, not quite over; she's still got to get the judges'
vote for her tango with the race director.
Now there's a motto!
All the best,