You know you’ve had a successful party when, despite two good downpours and the need to hold down the collapsible (and occasionally collapsing) gazebo when the gusts whipped up for a short time, everyone remains in good humour, and eats and drinks well. Such was the case yesterday, when some of Anne’s siblings and mine,… Continue reading Party Time
Author: theleadlesspencil
I started blogging to practise using that writing 'muscle'. And it's made me realise that I keep banging on about the same subjects: mainly 'running', sometimes about what I'm reading, and, even more occasionally, where I'm going.
Rhyl Half Marathon
Well, I didn’t realise quite how popular Harry Styles is. Standing on the platform at Rhyl, yesterday, I heard one young man (late twenties – and, I reckoned, straight) chatting on the phone, moaning about his horrendous train journey thus far, and looking forward to the concert tomorrow night. Then, within three minutes, a group… Continue reading Rhyl Half Marathon
Long Run Blues
Well! Never mind hitting a plateau, I think I’m rolling backwards like a large, weighty moss-repellent stone. I’ve just walked in from a long run, hoping to hit the elusive 13, ready to be content with a steady 12, and I’ve managed a pathetic 9 and a bit miles. My legs muscles are aching like… Continue reading Long Run Blues
Hitting a Plateau
Well it’s Friday (whoop! whoop!) and I’ve handed in my final piece of coursework so I can party! But it will have to wait until Sunday evening, as tomorrow Anne and I will be babysitting Alf and his baby brother Leo. Overnight!! While their parents go out for a well-deserved break at their friend’s wedding.… Continue reading Hitting a Plateau
A Week in Norfolk
Sea Palling, a small village on the north Norfolk coast, used to just be called Palling. But a little re-branding took place in the Victorian era, to entice the growing number of tourists looking for coastal escapes from the big industrial smoggy cities. Like Staithes, on the Yorkshire coast, where we visited last weekend, this… Continue reading A Week in Norfolk
What I’ve Done (Lately)
As I lift my legs higher on a cushion after today’s long run, I realise that it has been two weeks since my last blog. Well that sounds like the beginning of a confession, so I had better get it all off my chest (fully recovered since the chaffing incident, in case you’re wondering). Life,… Continue reading What I’ve Done (Lately)
Henry, Henry and Henry
I’m sitting on the sofa, with my legs raised up higher than my bum, and making a mental note not to use a crop top as a sports bra for a long run again. Chafing is not pleasant, and I would always recommend getting good kit for anything longer than an hour, but I was… Continue reading Henry, Henry and Henry
Running up that hill
I’m sitting on the bed, propping my legs up on pillows in the vain hope that that will help them recover faster. To be fair it’s a wonder that I can walk at all given what I’ve put them through this morning. On this anniversary of Shakespeare’s birth and death day ( I wonder how… Continue reading Running up that hill
Calder Vale Good Friday 10 Miler
Well I didn’t want to do this. Not when I realised there were less than 200 people running it, and it was hilly, and it was an hour and a half’s drive away, and no other Pensby Runner was doing such a crazy thing on a Good Friday Bank Holiday. Did I mention it was… Continue reading Calder Vale Good Friday 10 Miler
Station Eleven – Emily St. John Mandel
I first read this book years ago when I lived in Liverpool and was in a book group. It was a great group, and most of the people actually read the books beforehand so the discussions were always interesting. This one got a general thumbs up, as I recall, because who doesn’t like a post-apocalyptic… Continue reading Station Eleven – Emily St. John Mandel
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