nursing a very slight hangover yesterday, running plans were put on hold. the only cure, a day of gentle pottering. we were already in the derbyshire hills, having spent the evening 'sipping' wine and sampling new cheese (black bomber-razor blade cheddar yet creamy soft) in the o-p's caravan.
content to sit and marvel at the views from the comfort of the chair/bed, radio 4's calming tones, the rustle of newspapers and the occasional click of the kettle, the only noise. a short jaunt to bakewell and back to the 'van with sweet and savory treats.
i chose the bakewell pudding, jane chose the haslet. only one of these was actually finished. i'm glad i tried the pork the entrails, now i never have to do that again. unlike the haslet, the bakewell pudding tasted infinitely better than it looked.
cheese, pudding, haslet miles:
* i managed a slow 3m jog to work this morning
* jane did 17m. her furthest yet. she is now officially in haslet deficit.
content to sit and marvel at the views from the comfort of the chair/bed, radio 4's calming tones, the rustle of newspapers and the occasional click of the kettle, the only noise. a short jaunt to bakewell and back to the 'van with sweet and savory treats.
i chose the bakewell pudding, jane chose the haslet. only one of these was actually finished. i'm glad i tried the pork the entrails, now i never have to do that again. unlike the haslet, the bakewell pudding tasted infinitely better than it looked.
cheese, pudding, haslet miles:
* i managed a slow 3m jog to work this morning
* jane did 17m. her furthest yet. she is now officially in haslet deficit.
2 comments:
jane should take over blogging all matters running from hereonin and
you stick to the cakey stuff ;-)
yeh, i think you might be right!
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