Looks benign, doesn't it? Shortly after this the gazebo made a bid for freedom. No cakes were destroyed. There weren't any today! Had I known in advance, I'd have taken some brownies.
Volunteers were a bit thin on the ground this week, so I offered to help, and was positioned as marshal at the far bridge, where on their second lap, the runners have just one kilometre to go to the finish. Jenny and Owen joined me, with what I'd describe as a dinner bell, and we enjoyed cheering and deafening the runners as they flew past.
It rained for a while, then the sun lit the grassy expanses of Wythenshawe Park with a lovely mellow light. The line of runners can be seen skirting the football pitches far into the distance if you look carefully.
It was the usual sociable aftermath of parkrun - nearly 11.30 by the time I got home.
Once 'Slow Syd' had gone past for the second time, I joined the 'Tail Walker' throng to wander back to the start, picking up the object shown below from the side of the path.
My plans for what Owen described as "one of the runners has left their brain behind" were greeted with some scepticism. That scepticism was completely and utterly unwarranted, as demonstrated in the following series of pictures: