Early Saturday morning and the kittens saw snow for the first time.
It was a little meh to be honest.
I knew how they felt.
The Estuary Wilds served up a day that is best spent indoors. But I had put my name down to steward at Castle Park Run.
I didn’t really mind the stewarding; it was the bicycle ride in that was a real wet arse.
The Trail was peaceful, but caked in shit. I arrived in Sunny Colch with mud splattered down my face.
This was my third consecutive Saturday on stewarding duties. I’ll stretch it to a fourth as the foot injury is still giving me a little grief.
Despite the BEASTLY weather, I bloody loved it.
There is no finer way to spend an hour on a Saturday morning than shouting encouragement at runners.
Apart from taking part in Park Run, that is…
I was positioned at the top of the steepest climb. I had my pre-prepared lines about ‘that’s the hard work done’ etc all planned out.
I told Anna to get her arse in gear as she approached.
We both disappeared off to Primarni in Colchester for the first time post-race.
— Colchester Chronicle (@ColchChronic) February 11, 2017
You need to approach Primarni with the view of only buying if you need something. Plus also be weary that it is unlikely to survive a second wash.
And then there are the ethics involved…
I left with an empty basket.
I did buy a couple of bicycle locks elsewhere in town. Having been caught short with a jammed lock, I don’t trust the identical lock that I use back home in South London.
A fruitless charity shop crawl in Sunny Colch followed.
Anna had already cycled off to the pool. She texted me to say that she had picked up a puncture en route.
I joined her at the pool, put in 40 lengths, and then walked with both bikes down towards the Hythe to get a new inner fitted.
I timed it to perfection for the train journey back to base.
Bruncheon was spent listening to the brilliant Daniel Ruiz Tizon as we picked away on a couple of croissants.
I confess to having a bit of a backlog of South Lambeth podcasting to catch up with. Yer man is so prolific.
Always quality, as well as the quantity.
That’s what I tell the ladeees, anyway.
There was plans to go and watch Wivenhoe Town at home. A pitch inspection put paid to that.
— Wivenhoe Town FC (@wivenhoetown_fc) February 11, 2017
Bloody housework took up the afternoon.
We caught the second half of the Liverpool Spuz match.
I had a brief work shift, and then Long Good Friday was our Saturday film of choice.
Another PROPER London film.