An AWOL Park Run for Saturday morning.
This was the first time in three years or so that I have not been involved in a Park Run on a Saturday morning.
There was reasoning behind behind my wayward ways: blame Surrey cricket.
Oh Lordy.
A @surreycricket away day. Oh Lordy #3feathers
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) May 27, 2017
The ‘rrey had a four day Championship game at Chelmsford. Timing made Park Run a little tricky.
And so an Estuary Wilds waddle instead.
I confess that it was pretty special out along the Muddy Banks at 7am this morning.
I plodded along from Trail to road, and then back again along the lanes.
The time wasn’t anything special; the scenery made up for this.
A mad clean up took place back at base.
And then out went the shout of:
“To Chelmsford!”
Oh Lordy.
The happy clappy Surrey train speeded through the Essex countryside, taking in blue skies to darkened clouds.
Oh dear.
We rendezvoused with Rged Maz of Bal’ham who had mad the journey in the opposite direction.
Never the twain, etc.
It was bloody pissing it down in the civic capital of Essex.
Oh dear.
Kitchen plans for South Lambeth Road were discussed.
I clocked an alarming number of rugger bugger types off to Twickenham. Flip flops seemed to be the footwear of choice for the egg chasers.
We made it to the ‘rustic’ surrounds of the County Ground in time to see Mr Sangakarra knock out his 200.
#SURREYBOY #3feathers https://t.co/7ued92E4ds
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) May 27, 2017
BATTED, Sir.
I long since gave up in bashing out Crap Match Reports.
BOOZE kinda got in the way, Comrades.
Saturday was no different.
Oh dear.
We managed to escape in time to catch the fag end of the ODI back at base, and then the second half of the FA Cup Final.
Dotty had done the business with a dead frog waiting for us on the kitchen floor.
Naughty Dotty.
#RHSChelsea had me in tears once again.
And then the Giro highlights.
I am tired.
I am very emotional.
Chin chin.