Somehow, yesterday, I twanged my back. I’m not sure if this was because of the air mattress, poor adherence to moving and handling training, or climbing trees when I’m old enough to know better. Whatever the cause, I spent most of the day listing to the right, creaking and swearing under my breath.

In light of this, today’s Juneathon activity turned into ‘lots of walking around London village’ as we headed up to the big smoke on one of those fancy high speed trains, treasure hunting as we went.

From St Pancras the first stop was always going to be I Knit London near Waterloo. It is full of woolly goodness and I left with a bagful of unknitted dreams… By the time I had finished stroking every skein in the shop, it was dinnertime. I considered sacrificing myself for the sake of Juneathon treasure by managing a half eaten Greggs, but luckily someone else had taken the bullet for me.

This freed me up to have some rather lovely jerk chicken with rice and peas, while Ginge enjoyed a helping of curry goat*…

From Waterloo, it was back into the tourist fray of Trafalgar Square where I shrieked ‘MONSTER!’ and scampered off to see this fine example of street furniture that looks like a face. There is a nice symmetry to this because he was knitted by the marvellous Deadly Knitshade who suggested this piece of treasure in the first place.

We also bagged a unicorn…

…a chalk drawing on a pavement…

…and a view through an archway while we were there.

Down at Covent Garden, I considered trying a new look with a bit of glitter…

…but decided to steady myself from these thoughts by looking at cake instead.

While we were window shopping we also spotted a penny.

It wouldn’t be a trip to London without venturing down to the Thames and conveniently this also allowed us to tick riverboats off the list.

So that’s another ten pieces of treasure with just three days of Juneathon to go.

*I would like to point out that I would have much preferred to see my goat in a livelier, more bleatingly animated form, but the little buggers have kept evading me throughout the month.

On this morning’s run I was joined by Ginge who in turn was joined by his own training partner/stowaway – this little creature.

It was supposed to be a bit grey and overcast, but as we ran it was all blue skies and heating up nicely. We did a two mile jig along the lanes, stopping to climb a tree en route. I had to have Ginge with me for this one not only to take the photo, but also for his tree climbing knowledge . I am largely unskilled in the ways of tree climbing due to me (a) having pathetically weak upper body strength (b) having an unnerving ability to fall off things and (c) having an ongoing fear of being shouted at.

Anyway, this is me ascending a tree. I didn’t fall out, but I did graze my leg.

We’ve also crossed off a couple of non-running treasure sports. Firstly a trip to a Kentish Orchard at Brogdale. I did a Juneathon gesture of a flipflop shod sprint and would have done a tree trunk push up, but you’re not allowed near the trees because they’re monitored for scientific purposes. We did buy some cherries and some apple juice though.

After that, it was up to Whitstable and Herne Bay for a spell beside the seaside beside the sea. Of course it wouldn’t be a trip to the seaside without an ice cream which is how, mysteriously enough, we conjured up an ice cream cornet without the ice cream…

Righty ho. I have 16% battery life and a lot of treasure to get through tonight.

Over the last couple of days I have been proper slacking enjoying my holidays whilst getting a bit drunk with various Athoners neglecting my Juneathon duties. Tonight I have remedied that the best that I can in that I have done a proper run (somewhere between 3 and 3.5 miles, Miles and I had a bit of a miscommunication and I ran a stretch without him keeping track) and seen loads of treasure.

I’m not entirely sure who suggested what and limited battery life and signal make it hard to check and link to you all (I do feel bad about this and will try to remedy this when I have more of both but in the meantime you can always lay claim to your suggestion(s) in the comments if you’re feeling particularly proud!).

So I ran out along the seafront, before turn round and running on the sand where I spotted a shell…

And of course I was spoilt for choice in spotting a pebble…

I decided to look up for a bit and saw a cloud that looks like something (a turtle rather than the preferable crocodile)…

After that, something orange caught my eye…

There was a warning that there might be an exotic animal lurking in the waters but I’m not completely convinced…

Maybe I should have been more worried that here be a dragon…

Away from the seafront, I added an interesting plaque to my haul…

Followed by a proper Cornish pasty (though I doubt that Hels will let me have that one)…

And a penguin…

Before I scooted off the high street to see a fire engine tucked up for the night…

And on to the supermarket (which would later see me post-run and sweaty buying a nice bottle of white to rehydrate)…

And then a final loop back a few yaaaaarrrds so that I could bag a pirate…

Phew!