Category: Juneathon 2012

Juneathon 6/30 – sticks and stones (well, just sticks really)

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The last thing I posted was about as serious as I get with blogging (that is to say, not very) but it seemed a bit weird to tack my Juneathon treasure hunt ramblings onto the end of it.

Tonight’s run was a three mile loop accompanied by Ginge (who may be listed as ‘something orange‘ if I get desperate towards the end of June). Running with him enables me to tackle routes that are a bit more off-road and I wouldn’t do on my own for fear of ending up being left murdered under a shrubbery.We set off with one item of treasure in mind, but ended up coming back with lots of other things that were pure serendipity instead.

Before we even reached the woods and fields, the pavement provided any number of sticks shaped like letters (but not I or L) (thanks to Run or Go Crazy).

Clockwise from top left:
U, V, W, D (or b, p or q at a push…) and Y

Onward we went, up through the woods where we saw (and this was where I was pleased to have a fully qualified, evidenced-based groundsman in tow) a piece of grass longer than 50cm (added to the list by Jo at Psychojog).

Formally declared “about a yard of grass” by Ginge

Up along the fields where we went, stopping to take a photo of a headless cow in my attempt to get a better close up for Cathy.

Nothing as common as headless horsemen round our way, oh no…

After the fields, we were back on the road where eagle-eyed Ginge spotted dice (I know it’s a die, but strictly speaking it was dice because I saw another one in a car further down the road but couldn’t take a photo, thank you pedants).

Please note – rain. Thank you.

Into the final leg, I suddenly remembered that I’d spotted some teabags when I nipped to the shop the other day (which, with the dice, completes the hat trick of suggestions by Artist on a Bike!).

Fancy a brew?

And what have I learned on today’s run? This year’s Juneathon has confirmed that I have turned into the sort of person who takes photos of sticks on the ground. Sigh.

Juneathon 5/30 – Oh crumbs

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The last 24 hours have been very cakey. Perhaps too cakey. An excess of blackened bananas in the fruitbowl led to the quite faffy but incredibly light and yummy Butterscotch Banana Cakes from Dirty Dan Lepard’s Short & Sweet.

Muffin top? I’ll show you muffin top…

This morning I baked a lemon drizzle cake to take to afternon tea at my mum’s. The cake was given preferential treatment being transported in the car, whereas once again I was thrown out at the side of the road and expected to run the last three miles of the journey. Not entirely coincidentially, the drop off point was mere feet away from a motorbike (suggested by Torsparkles) but the rest of the run didn’t yield any more treasure until I landed at mum’s.

Vroooooooooom!

There, I announced my arrival at the back door jogging on the spot and announcing that I couldn’t stop running until I’d seen some pretty bunting (Jen again!). One more lap of the garden and I’d clocked up two lots of bunting…

Patriotic bunting

More pretty bunting and if you look closely…

…and a bonus item of a teaspoon (added to the list by the wonderful Christine Evans AKA Artist on a Bike).

We couldn’t let this patriotic chap go unrecorded, especially as his tie originally decorated my gran’s coronation cake 60 years ago.

King of the Garden

There was then another treasure hunt around the garden and more cake.

Butterfly cake

Proper fairy cakes

And then a nap.

Juneathon 4/30 – hungry like the wolf

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Yesterday I was out on a bit of a pub crawl toasting Her Maj and my nutritional intake for the day was mostly in the form of malt, hops and barley. By some miracle, I was spared from a hangover but did become the  Very Hungry Caterpillar in human form. As such today’s Juneathon effort was a paltry token mile because I wanted to get home to the lasagne that was in the oven (since devoured and now I’m ravenous again).

I also thought that I better tick off Union Jack (suggested by Adele and Jen, hopefully the third one covers ‘in an unusual place’!) before this weekend is over (the first two are from my run today and the other one was from the Olympic torch celebrations on Friday).

Flying the flags through the village

Quilt in the craft shop window (with intentional (honest) arty reflection effect)

Tall man, tiny feet. Very suspicious.

Juneathon 3/30 – anything could happen in the next half hour

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It’s only day three of Juneathon and already I am relying on the route where Ginge throws me out of the car in a layby on the way home from Tesco.

I had no treasure plans in mind when I set off. I’d spotted an orange squashed on the road on the way to Tesco and thought “Oooh, something orange“. This thought was then followed up with “Ooooh, roadkill that’s something orange“. Sadly the route I ran home was a different one, so the squashed orange enthusiasts amongst you will have to wait another day. I plodded along, my eyes darting left (a stick shaped like a letter) and right (roadkill) but to no avail. I did spot a pleasant pheasant but they aren’t on the list.

I’m not the pheasant plucker…

I was getting a bit desperate, but then with half a mile to go I was overtaken by a Skyride and I thought, “Ah, cyclists, I’m sure that they’re on the list” so I crossed my fingers all the way home and thanks to Knitrun4sanity there it was on the list.

Number 38: Cyclist

Juneathon 2/30 – unexpected treasure

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Before setting off for this morning’s run I announced that I would be seeking ducks and baby swans, and duly set off on the same run that yielded ducks and baby swans earlier in the week. Unfortunately, the swans were having a lie in but there was plenty more to see.

First off, I nearly ran headlong into the postman and cursed as his mate drove off into the distance. I ran round the corner, nearly got squished by a police landrover and scuttled across the road to take a sneaky picture of a postvan (thank you knitrun4sanity.

Proper Postman Pat style – no Jess though, which would have ticked another one off the list.

After the postvan, I ran down the hill looking for sticks shaped like letters other than I or L. I spotted some cows and decided to take a photo purely to curry favour with JogBlog…

Cows.

But while I was taking the photo, I noticed an unusual bit of rubbish (suggested by fairweatherrunner) in the hedge…

They’re a size 8. So before anyone asks, definitely not mine…

After the unexpected pause, I trundled on down to the lodge and found no baby swans, but there were some ducks in a splendid flotilla…

ONWARD!

There may have been no baby swans, but I did find a feather

Fluffy feather

…which was suggested by Fortnightflo, and was only outdone by what I found as I embarked up the final steep hill – an even better feather, which I tucked into my camera and carried all the way home.

Could I blog with a quill? I bet someone could.

And that was that for that run; 3 miles done, Juneathon treasure hunt ticked off, big smile on my face, what more could you ask for?