My Juneathon has relocated to Kent. More specifically, a tent in Kent. Today was spent on various motorways driving in the pouring rain at restricted speeds. Despite Ginge bringing me on holiday, we managed an early departure and timed our driving change over to coincide with a breakfast stop near Northampton. I was in charge of the map at that point and (I know this is going to make me sound a little obsessive) my eye was caught by the words ‘canal museum’. Well that was it. A spot of googling revealed the museum cafe would probably only provide a cakey breakfast and, while there’s nothing wrong with that, we wanted lard, which is how we found ourselves wolfing down a full English at a pub next to the Grand Union Canal.
Setting up the tent was made slightly more challenging by the gusting winds and we were grateful for the help of the lovely campsite owners/farmers who stopped us becoming airborne….
The same winds turned my seafront 2 miles into a run of 2 halves. The first mile (into the wind) felt as if I hadn’t run for ages (clearly untrue) and the return was 2 minutes quicker than the way out… It’s lovely running with totally different scenery, especially being able to listen to the waves and the seagulls. Halfway out I was distracted by a sign on a hut in the distance that read ‘Wino Bench’, which I thought was either very offensive or very inclusive depending on how you looked at. I eventually discovered that if you looked at from a bit closer, it actually said ‘Wind Breaks’, which was a bit disappointing.