Category Archives: summer

96. Jude Law and the Dirty Deed

It must have been just after 1 am on Sunday when Jude Law called. Of all the people to phone at that time, he seemed the very least likely, but it wasn’t really me that he wanted to speak to.

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He was having some trouble with his childcare arrangements (allegedly) and although I might well have offered a view, it was our houseguest he wanted to reach for advice.

And it only took a glance at the next morning’s papers to conclude that, for all of my experience in sorting out problems with nannies, even I couldn’t have helped Jude much on this occasion.

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93. On-on ! My life as a Hash Hare

Patent Hash Run Recipe:
Take 56 assorted geologists and geophysicists, and send them outside in the worst rainstorm of the summer. Convolve with a devious trail of flour, and confuse liberally for 4 miles across the green fields and by-ways of West Sussex. Add water or a little beer.

Leave to stand for 15 minutes, and then stretch out for a further mile before serving at the Plough Inn. Add several pints of Harvey’s ale, and a well-seasoned chili. Allow to simmer sociably for at least two hours, ensuring that the innocent and the guilty are castigated in equal measure.

Result:
A pleasant evening’s exercise, best served dry, but also highly enjoyable damp. Follow-up with taxi transport home, and wash down with water and two paracetamol in the morning. Perfection !

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61. Summer Hash

summer-fields-near-great-missenden-buckinghamshire.jpgI tried a gentle three miler a week after the Blackpool Marathon, but it was like running without shock absorbers. My teeth rattled all the way round.

So two more weeks went by before I laced up my shoes again. The longest break since I started running seven years ago. But then, I’d never run back-to-back marathons before. I may not be trying it again any time soon.

And yet, however much rest I really needed, I knew I’d do the Annual Hash Run.
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59. Running in Crawley

crawley-west-sussex-summer-2004.jpgSadly, not every lunchtime yields the opportunity to make it beyond the edge of Crawley.

Here are two portraits of the local scenery which I finally decided not to forward to the company photographic competition.

It really is like running though one of those 1960s public information films, or starring in an English remake of ‘Gregory’s Girl‘.

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58. Running in the North Downs

From June into July, the scenery is pretty spectacular around here, and my running routes look at their best. Here are some pictures taken this month whilst running on the Downs above my house, and on my way to work each morning.

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