It is written:
In th' olde dayes of the kyng
Of which that britons speken greet
Al was this land fulfild of fayerye.
The elf-queene, with hir joly
Daunced ful ofte in many a grene mede.
So, to a grene mede we hie, for it is the day of the Bath Hilly Half
and my elf-queene must daunce with hir joly compaignye!
As usual, Rob's whole family are helping out.
The carrots are here! We have defeated the sans-carrotes
Well there's posh! We've got the Deputy Mayor of Bath to start the
Here she is, joly compaignye and all, hard against the rail at the
first furlong, whatever that means.
US visitors, from the Central Park Track Club. This is probably a
We have come from Surrey, which is not quite as far. But the traffic
was very bad.
Aha! Me in action (behind the other guy in action). I nicked this
pic from Trionium, I don't have a remote-controlled camera drone for
The man himself brings up the rear.
The first obstacle of many.
Over the hills and far away. Directly in front is Keston Round Hill,
perhaps not the most imaginative name for a round hill in Keston.
More traffic-calming measures to spoil the chances of a PB.
A veteran of Leith Hill; this should be a doddle. But apparently
it's not! Even where the slopes aren't so steep, they're really
muddy and slippery. Amanda was talking to one chap who told her he
didn't have proper trail shoes, so he was wearing hiking boots
rather than any other sort of running shoe. Me, I have got trail
shoes, but it's a bit much when you need them just to be a
Here she is, at the top of the unimaginatively named hill. Amazing
views all around, this is definitely a top contender for scenic race
of the year.
Further back are several members of the Chineham Park Running Club,
who've been encouraged to enter by one of their fellows who possibly
accidentally forgot to fully inform them quite how tough it
is. But they're still smiling so far. In fact, they're still smiling
even when I see them later after the race. They're not normal, these
One way of avoiding the mud! That's actually quite a jump,
especially well into the second lap.
Another Trionium old lag: that's a Knacker Cracker top he's wearing,
so it's a bit pathetic that he has to be carried by a girl!
Now those of you wot are more culchured than I am, like, can make
intelligent comments about the great tradition of Commedia dell'Arte
and all that stuff. However, his official title is "The Fool on the
Hill", which as one of Lennon and McCartney's more dirge-like
compositions is rather at odds with his lively whooping, hollering
and racing people up the hill.
Yeah, I think it's a bit tough second time around.
Shenanigans at the kissing gate? The things you see when you have a
Amanda approaches the hill for the second time.
But no dubious goings-on for her at the gate.
Yep, the endorphins are working!
The marshalls are ready and waiting for the next onslaught of the
Another Trionium regular, but like us, a Bath virgin. Fuzzy Mike
would be on the home straight were it not for the fact that the
course makes you go round in a circle at the end.
Blimey, she's still holding him up!
Amanda's feeling the cold really badly now the sky has clouded over
and there's no sun to warm her. Fortunately, although we don't have
yesterday's totally cloudless blue, we haven't had the biting strong
winds of yesterday either.
And still just enough energy for a celebratory jump! She's also
happy because there are enough lady's small T-shirts to go round, so
she won't have to mark the race down on Runner's World!
That's it, then, a Trionium full house for 2015 (although
marshalling rather than running Leith Hill through illness). Good
job it wasn't a Picnic year!
wommen loven best richesse,
seyde honour, somme seyde jolynesse,
Somme riche array, somme seyden lust abedde,
oftetyme to be wydwe and wedde.
And somme seyde wommen loven best running up and down hills
in the countryside!