Yikes, I did NOT intend to go quiet on you for so long, but there’s scarcely even been time to knit/crochet! What with the twinnage, and redeveloping the garden, and lots of new patients to assess at work, and a stonking big yarn-related writing commission, and marathon training, and… and… and…
I’m sure you get the gist.
Talking of marathon prep, it turns out that there’s more to the training than just eating all the pasta, so I’ve been upping my running… and eating all the pasta. If anyone looks at me funny, I just mutter “carb loading” and carry on munching. The fact that I’m also choc-loading and wine-loading is entirely beside the point. Fortunately, there are some lovely tracks to be discovered in south Oxfordshire, well away from any roads:-
The other day, I ran 17 fairly hilly miles (that’s 27km) in the baking noon-day sun. I had no particular route pre-planned, so I just lolloped along, making it up as I went, and darting down promising-looking footpaths.
There’s something wonderful about the freedom of thinking, “See that hill over there? Maybe I’ll run to that, next.” And when you’re running 17 miles, you can scamper across a fair ol’ chunk of the county before you have to start paying attention to where you are and how you might find your way home.
I passed a life-size bronze model of a rhino (its rear circled here in red – sorry for lack of better photographic evidence, but I was quite tired and wobbly by this point)…
…and I nearly tripped over an inattentive but very real rabbit. I was crashed into by a speeding bike (yeah thanks mate – no don’t worry, I’m fine), and I made friends with an orange-tip butterfly that followed along beside me for a truly surprising distance beside a nuclear research facility. (Yeah, I run no faster than an insect with a wingspan of one inch. Thanks for the reminder.)
All in all, a pretty ordinary run, albeit one that took exactly three hours to complete.
It’s been good to get outdoors, and not just for running. The twinnage, the twisted seniors (my parents), and I went to inspect some local bluebells at Badbury Hill, and how beautiful was the sight?
There was wild garlic, too.
I wish I could show you the twinnage as they bounded along, each holding a stick, and announcing each new discovery of a bird or an insect. But they might reach adulthood and sue me for spamming the internet with their sweet faces and frankly, I can’t afford the legal fees. So you’ll just have to put up with another bluebell instead, because bluebells rarely sue.
May is – in my arrogant opinion – about as perfect as months get. It’s the ideal month for being outdoors. But I do have knitting to show you, I really do. There are finished-yarny-object posts coming next, and they’re colourful. I’ve been knitting when I can, at the twinnage’s music group:-
And at the twinnage’s swimming lesson:-
So my next few posts will be yarn-related. But in the meantime, one of the twinnage came over to where I was writing in my usual notebook, and asked what I was doing. “Just writing a blog post,” I said, at which point he decided that he wanted to help. Here’s his contribution. He loves horses more than almost anything else in the world, and if he had a blog, this is what it would be about:-
Definitely a future blogger, don’t you think?