Nature hates an imbalance. After an abstemious week, it seemed only right to use the weekend to redress matters. At least I managed a sort of run first. 5.2 miles sounds good, but on such a sweltering day, my poor undernourished body really didn’t want to play the game, and who could blame it? While the rest of the village snoozed on their sun-loungers or watched the test match from a favourite armchair, I pointed my Hal Higdon baseball cap at the horizon and turned the ignition.… READ MORE.... …