Well, it's been a week, so today's race report contains additional
This is our house, and as you can see, the wisteria is looking
particularly fine. Pity about the burnt-out shell of a garage, the
melted wheelie bins and suchlike, but you can't have everything...
We have had better Monday mornings, though.
So this is our new temporary abode. If you know the area, you may
recognise the Hampton Court Lion Gate on the right; yep, 'Enery's
our next-door neighbour!
I did wonder if we could get Merilyn to sneak us into the Hampton
Court Landmark, as the insurance company probably wouldn't run to
paying for it in the normal way, but this will be fine for the time
being. It's a simple but comfortable 1-bed apartment and only ten
minutes from home down Hampton Court Way, so quite convenient.
And if one were standing here facing in the opposite direction, one
would be looking almost straight at Bushy Park on the other side of
What do they do in Bushy Park on a Saturday morning? Parkrun!
What has Amanda never done in her life? Parkrun!
Can we put two and two together...?
So here she is Parkrunning!
She may have been the last kid on the block, but she is no longer a
And so we Woggle...
Just in case you aren't sure where you are, the Scouts have made a
You may recall my Ninja bacon-fryer from last year; well this time
she's brought her Mum!
If you've seen the film 'Calendar Girls', this may make you
think the same thing we thought...
Lily Partridge, British XC champion and Rio hopeful, is going to be
starting the race (although not participating, which is lucky for
The race begins, with Amanda taking an early lead. Or is it just a
cunningly contrived use of a small gap in the field to make it look
that way? The latter, it must be said if we're being honest.
Am I man enough for these three?! "Look pretty, play dirty",
her top reads.
Into the woods, first place is a Ranelagh man. So are second and
third, it's a bit of a clean sweep for the Richmond boys.
First lady looking very intense, but number two is right on her
heels, so she's got more important things to think about than
smiling for the camera.
Amanda is being chased by men; maybe that's why she looks so happy.
She says she's afraid she's too slow going down the hill and they'll
all fall on top of her; I tell her that they are clearly gentlemen
who would never dream of doing such a thing, and fortunately
they don't prove me wrong.
This field is always freshly ploughed at the time of the Woggle, and
we've never seen what they actually grow there.
The finish line is marked by some rather stylish balloons. Other
races take note!
Two minutes over last year's time, but the route was a bit different
and the state her knee's been in she's absolutely delighted to
finish without pain.
These two are happy just to have finished!
More lurrve is in the air.
This is supposed to be a picture of me by my shiny new bicycle,
brand new on Friday and having its very first proper outing here,
but it's a bit obscured by, amongst other things, me.
You may have heard about the French guy suing his employer for not
making him work hard enough. If he joined St John Ambulance, he'd
probably go round causing accidents to keep himself from
getting bored. Fortunately these two don't mind a morning with
nothing to do.
"Yeah, whatever. Can I get back to my Xbox now?"
Next race: The Ox. So until then,
Love to all,