Random Thoughts and Deeds
I definitely ain’t no oil painting, but neither are any of these. They’re an electronic attempt at painting by numbers. It passes the time!
We didn’t see the devil himself, but he left a very big hole in the ground last time he was here.
I’m Hen-er-ry the Eighth I am, I am, I’m Hen-er-ry the Eighth I am. Making a family weekend out of the original parkrun.
Mooching around our favourite National Trust property, as a bit of light exercise after the excesses of Christmas Day.
Kas somehow got it into her mind that it would be a good-fun idea to run an ultra-marathon in Cumbria to finish off the summer holidays.
A day of fast cars, unhealthy food and no working. Oh, and I got a phone call about a job offer too.
Our annual trip to the fine city of Liverpool for a bit of Rock ‘n’ Roll, with some running thrown in.
I had a professional exam to take after a period of, well I’d like to call it “intensive study” but it would probably be better to call it “not being bothered” over the summer.