Juneathon Day 23: Let the chilling commence

I was reassured to wake up to the sound of donkey o’clock (when one of our neighbours gets his breakfast and eeyores in gratitude) and eventually hauled myself out for a country lane 3 miles.

Even though I’ve brought my Shuffle, it will remain largely unused as most of the lanes round here are single tracks with no pavements. There is just a painted white line keeping me from certain death by tractor.

The first half mile was a bit heavy legged, but the rest was fine and I returned to the tent where I was handed a glass of Vimto by a well-trained Ginge.

In true camping tradition, our first breakfast was bacon butties and a mug of tea.

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Juneathon Day 22: Location, location, location

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.

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Juneathon Day 21: Blah

Another morning run so that we have this evening free to run round like headless chickens. Three miles, two runners (and a smile out of the grumpy runner! It’s only taken me three weeks to break him…) and a leaden sky threatening rain.

As of tomorrow, it’s Juneathon On Tour – I have no idea how well this will work as I struggle to maintain a decent charge in my iPhone while I’m in a proper house with electricity, let alone a tent.

Juneathon Day 20: Early for the sake of efficiency

Last night, as I faffed around trying to get Google maps to play nicely and show the complete distance of my canal running adventures, the clock ticked past midnight and I realised with dread that I would have to do an early run in the morning. Arse. We are still in the throes of preparation for our camping trip and I still have to deal with the logistical nightmare of running every day and trying to corral all of my kit (clean) so that I can stay on the Juneathon wagon while we’re away.

As such, the alarm went off at 5.30 and I was out of the door by 6.00 to run a leisurely 3 miles, only really spotting the multiple-collie dog man on the way. Not a great deal happened.

Juneathon day 19: Canal adventure #12 – Maghull to Halsall

Back on the west side of the canal running today – this wasn’t on the official plan, but events conspired to make it a logistically viable plan. On Friday I ran and ate alone because Ginge went out for food and beers with work. Being the law-abiding souls that we are, he left his car at work and I did a 50 mile round trip through the wilds of Merseyside to retrieve him at the end of the night. A contributing factor to my poor sleep and reluctance to run on Saturday may have been the cement mixer-like snoring that I endured on Friday night, but I couldn’t possibly prove that. With Sunday came the prospect of another 50 mile round trip to collect Ginge’s car. After a bit of head scratching and map consultation, we decided that if I was going to drive that close to the Liverpool end of the canal, we might as well run a bit. Unfortunately, he actually had to do some work, so I sat around and did some work stuff and some knitting (it took me right back to being small and sitting around in hospital staff rooms waiting for my mum to finish being on-call. There was often watery vending machine hot chocolate and colouring-in in those days).

When he’d done what he had to do, we hopped into separate cars and did a convoluted there and back to the beginning and end of the canal route, dropping cars off as we went. Eventually we were assembled at Maghull train station and ready to set off from Bridge 11b.

Bridge 11B

First stop for a photo was Maghull cricket club, where some of the towpath benches face the ground so you can sit and do a sneaky bit of spectating.

Insert weak cricketing pun here

It was a bit warm today, but luckily there was a lot of shady greenery. This didn’t stop me complaining mind you.

Another lovely bridge

We spotted some Day of the Triffids style giant hogweed, which we steered well clear of. Giant hogweed was one of my more leftfield childhood fears.

Evil Giant Hogweed

There was a bit of a reminder that we’re in spitting distance of finishing the west side of the project…

So near!

…swing bridges both closed…

Closed swing bridge

and open…

Open swing bridge

…a field of sheep treading their own path of desire…

Sheep: clearly up to something

…and, two miles earlier than we expected (it makes up for my under-estimating last week), Bridge 21A.

Bridge 21A - welcome back to Lancashire

(but I actually had a double caramel Magnum)

Miles run = 5.1
Canal miles completed = 5.1
Total canal miles = 72.1/127*
Bridges = 11B – 21A