Fourth Cambridge Town and Gown 10k. They are off and immediately have to contend with a kamikaze photographer. Great running weather, sunshine throughout and lots of friends taking part. Unfortunately, I only had a bit part as a snapper due to the injury I picked up after I fell heavily during a half marathon three weeks ago. Still, they also serve who only stand and wait (Milton, On His Blindness, innit!)
Lorna and some of my running pals displaying their strange fascination with the the colour orange.
Suddenly the atmosphere dramatically changes and Lorna gives me the evil eye. What have I said or done? It’s not credible that I may have been indiscreet or committed a faux pas. Nevertheless, I am turned to stone!
They all had a good race. I got repetitive strain injury in my camera button finger and limped around, ceaselessly attending to the needs of others. Roll on my recovery.
An oblique view of Kings College, Cambridge. WARNING : if you visit Cambridge , DO NOT walk on the grass. Kings College groundsmen and groundswomen are licenced to kill anyone who transgresses this rule. Anyone caught dropping litter onto the sward is led away to an inner court yard and placed in the stocks. The gilded youth attending Kings are then invited to pelt the hapless person with stale asparagus tips, rotten foie gras and guinea fowl, uneaten caviar and the like. This is the risky under belly of tourism. Beware (but have a good day).
Another warm day for running. Various chores got in the way so I didn’t pound the mean streets of my village until 5 pm and ran an easy 2 miles.
Tomorrow we are going to Wimpole Estate parkrun. It’s predominately over grass and undulating. It features a short but steep hill which in the past I have walked up because I find it so exhausting. Wimpole is one of the loveliest courses in a beautiful stately house parkland setting. The cows might also be out in force as well as the runners so there will be an extra frisson of excitement (or terror).
The cafe is excellent and, to top it all, there is a good second hand bookshop staffed by the usual idiosyncratic and helpful National Trust volunteers. This is beginning to sound like a review for SAGA magazine!