31-03-2019, 12:09 PM
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Re: Bob's Bits.
So where were we.....Oh yes, a garden centre for lunch yesterday.
We are regular visitors to Langlands Garden Centre at Shiptonthorpe, the steak pies are legendary, but although the pastry is nice, I'm not a big pastry fan so Mrs Fox usually has the thick end bits and I just eat the thin flat bits and the steak filling, which is always so lean. It comes with potatoes and veg (if you ask for it, otherwise with chips) The veg is locally sourced and there's plenty of it......I just love Veg...
Shiptonthorpe is just over thirty miles from my place, so it also makes for a good drive. On arriving home I usually fall asleep on the sofa, but because I fed the lawn last week and it hasn't rained, I've been watering it in, so that was my job yesterday....
Which brings me seamlessly to today...
It was only just light this morning at six after messing with the clocks...
So a bit later than usual at just gone seven I set off my my long Sunday run.
No hat or gloves and it was a bit chilly for those first few miles. Very dry with just a light breeze and heavy clouds blotted out the sun; That's if it was even up yet....
By the time I reached the canal bridge at just over two miles, I had already made up my mind to turn down onto the grassy bank and make it a ten miler. Slow and easy along the bumpy grass track by the side of the canal, the occasional mole hill adds to the interest while ducking and diving over grass tufts and rocky outcrops. At least it keeps you focused.
At four miles I push through the narrow kissing gate and back onto the road, it feels good not to have to worry about where you are putting your feet and your four wheel drive can disengage. After a quick mental check of my condition after the off road bit, I realise that I feel better than usual at this stage of the run and I can drift into the zone and let my mind wander.
The good feeling is still apparent as I reach the next village at eight miles, and my legs are just pushing out the miles, the small rise that usually has me begging for mercy goes by unnoticed and I reach the church and the last mile through my village.
Still only a few folk around at eight thirty, either walking their dogs or visiting the paper shop.....Or both!
Who cares what's happening in other parts of the world, something good has happened in my little piece of it...