What was Tony Lane is again damp this year.
When it was dry the cows munched contentedly there. If you look closely you can see Fay sketching them whilst chatting to M-A the farmer.F & F decided to walk Ewok & Yogi at Little Wittenham. I thought it would be nice to run home. I didn't really budget on the fact that the rest of South Oxfordshire has been walking at the Clumps so the route home was a mud bath.
Two bikes, locked up halfway home. I was curious about the story behind them. But my toes were cold so I thought better of waiting around for someone to come back to them so I could ask. Next time I should probably wear proper trainers and not my VFFs.Either that or knit myself some toe socks.
In the 2014 flood little F christened the puddle that emerged half way across the field 'Lake Gerald'. No, we don't know why Gerald either. It looks like it might be on the way back.
It's a bit wet. And the river has noticed. Latest recorded level 4.85m at 9:45am Sunday 27 December 2020.
Cut short our dog walk yesterday to grab the canoe and help a couple of stranded boaters. And their dogs. That's what comes from reading Rutger Bregman in the hot tub in the morning.
"Life is too short" said Yogi as the Christmas Family Zoom Quiz descended further into chaos.
"Wait until the arguments over the count start" replied Ewok "I bet it's only a matter of hours before we start hearing claims that Chavez stole it".
Day Θ in the Lert Hands Face Space COVID-avoiding house, and we've resorted to ranking chocolates. This series ranks Celebrations. I'm pretty sure there will be more to follow.
If you want to play along at home, print this post, fold down the middle to hide the hands, then ask the players to guess which person ranked which chocolates which way. Hours of family entertainment.
Not sure if this will be the car, but the car will be an electric car. Or a bike.
You might think I'm a little mad stacking wood. Even if I'm doing my best to follow the recommendations of the best.
But after the year we've had, I don't blame me. Thanks Boris. World class mate, world class.
F had his first proper lesson today. Drove all the way home too. Very impressive.
I claim credit for all the clutch control exercises I've been setting him along the lane!
Working from the garden on the shortest day of the year. In other years I'd be on a bike longing for lighter evenings.
Ewok sums up how we all feel about this year. I'm going to spend the rest of the day hanging out with the washing in the laundry basket.
Sidmouth with the Devon contingent. Smashing. Bagels were good too. And some very nice photo-walking with A. Super.
A jog from Padstow over to Trevone-ish and then up and around Stepper Point. Longest run to date, at 9.75km. Brov helpfully pointed to the short cut I took along the low-tide line across the beach & the 250m that cut from the distanace. So close.
More running views are available.
I'm wondering if I run now for the run, or run now for the views.
Up early
and out with the tide for a walk from Padstow via the rainbow at Trevone to Harlyn (look familiar?) for a drink and some lunch at The Pig. Lovely.Thanks to Alice for the recommendation; the pink runner for final ½mile directions; the folks at the Pig for a most excellent lunch; and the weather for conspiring to miss us with its worst both on the way there and on the way back.
And thanks to the farmer for missing with the muck spreader.Back in Padstow for a we're-in-teir-1-but-act-like-tier-2 break.
First time seeing the December lights. Beautiful. And a sneak peak at the Padstow Bookseller (and Burgers and Fish).H must hate early morning dog walks like this. Because this is when I spam his snapchat feed with pics. Lots of pics. Sorry H.