August

[Sweder]

Took a day off - purely on golfing grounds, a MGS day at Westerham - and couldn't resist the chance for an early plod in the rain. Setting off at 8.30 with the hounds into a misty screen of steady drizzle, the chalky flint paths hosting the first muddy puddles for many months, I figured on a gentle four, turning at the top of Wickerman Hill.

Forty minutes later I stood dripping sweat and rain onto the hallway parque, dialing Tim to find out our departure time of the wilds of Kent.
'What time is it now?' enquired the man with the shniy new decking and impressive curved wall.
I told him.
'Oh, about twenty minutes or so should be fine.'

Add a couple of frantic stair sprints to those four miles.

Prior to leaving for Westerham I took the tour and can attest to the competance of SPs bricklaying. I have no confirmation on the nature or quantity of alcohol consumed during or after the construction, but I do know a late night curry was involved.

Henfield Half tomorrow, no more than a training run for me and a flat one at that, a welcome break from flogging my bulk up the Sussex hills.