This pavlova didn't last long... thanks Cary.
I've been ploughing a furrow between Timperley and Mike and Sarah's new home in East Didsbury recently. (The hedge project.) It's entirely off road if you use the canal towpath and the Trans Pennine Trail. Sadly, in the Chorlton area where I used to live, someone has taken exception to the signage. I hope it's replaced soon, together with another sign that has been completely destroyed.
On Friday afternoon we took delivery of Jacob and Jessica, who proceeded to try to enhance their reputations as 'Little Monkeys'. Jess can now get right across the bars. She sometimes falls off - grandma rescues her, but granddad says it's good 'landing practice'. Jacob looks on - "been there, done that".
DFYB = 'Don't Forget Your Barcode'. Jacob hadn't forgotten his barcode, but when it came to the crunch he preferred running away from grandma to running 5 kilometres with granddad.
Meanwhile, Andy was delivering his brief to another clutch of first timers. He grows more like Oliver each week.
It was a bit warm for running, so many of us took it pretty gently. There were 366 participants, with plenty of room in the finishing funnel for those below who took about 25 minutes. The full results are here.
The Little Monkeys cheered me on and joined me in the café afterwards. There's a table tennis table in the courtyard that kept them entertained whilst Owen teased and sundry stalwarts helped to sort the finish tokens.
It was good to spend an hour or two with our parkrunning friends, and the Little Monkeys were later collected by mum and dad, who reported:
"These monkeys are shattered after a sleepover with Grandparents!"
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