A very wet Park run to start Saturday morning.
This wasn’t a race for PB’s at Castle Park. It was all about getting around without any injuries.
As ever, the starting pistol was fired and I bloody legged it, vainly chasing a PB.
I started in the middle of the pack, and so lost some time there. A spring finish helped, leaving a final official time of 22’50” - about a minute off a PB.
Still. A decent run.
I cycled off to the pool to get cleaned up. It took 30 lengths to find any rhythm.
Ten more and I was done.
It was a ferocious cycle back along the Trail. The unforgiving estuary wilds almost blew me off my bicycle.
I made it back to base in time to catch the West Ham Vs Arsenal match.
Despite daily reminders from West Ham Wanker in the showers, I just can’t get nostalgic about the old Boleyn.
My main memories are watching Des Walker having a rare off day down in East London, and then an away day with the Super Pies where I was sick all over my pristine Notts away kit.
Football. Bloody hell, etc.
Anna and I then went for a walk to the top of the town. We stopped off for BOOZE at the Horse and Groom. I haven’t been in there for around four years.
We continued walking, all the way towards Wivenhoe Town FC. The Dragons were playing Debenhams.
Is this right?
I didn’t get to find out. The ref shut up shop and sent Debenhams packing before KO.
Pitch un-playable.
We were left in that awkward position of being slightly tired and emotional mid-afternoon, and wanting more of the same.
But a lost afternoon in the pub would have dented the evening plans.
BORING, Jase.
Household crap was done back at base.
With hot tea and a sleeping mad cat.
We buggered off to Colchester early evening and headed off to firstsite. Ziggy the Motion Picture was being shown on the big screen.
Back in the day and I LOATHED this album. It sounded bloated as a double album vinyl affair.
But I have grown to love it in recent months. It’s strange how events tend to change your perspective.
The film was ACE. The #SunnyColch #Bowie constituency might need working on, but it was a thoroughly enjoyable way to spend an hour and a half on a Saturday evening.
I was in a slight daze after a day of excursion. I drifted into one of those very pleasing not quite asleep phases when music becomes magical.
We had time to spare in town before the next train. We wandered off to the Waiting Room to catch some live music.
Polom was behind the bar. The music made us both feel very old
And then a swift half at the other end of the line back in The Station Hotel.
Chin chin.