We were supposed to be heading up Dales to do some of our favourite walks, but for various reasons it hasn’t happened. Unfortunately I won’t get to do the two walks I’d been most looking forward to for a week or so. One of the favourites is Arncliffe to Kettelwell and back including either café or pub in Kettlewell. Another is taking Whernside from behind. Long walk to Dent from the top of Whernside and then with choice of two great cafés or two average pubs.
Instead we have a gardening project. A bit like Rosemary and Thyme, though we’re not expecting to solve any murders. I’d be Fliss (before she was botoxed to buggary) meaning Liz would have to be Pam Ferris. Wonder if “botoxed to buggary” is now an accepted medical term – will have to get Liz to check the latest Kumar & Clark. We dismantled and dumped the trampoline a couple of months ago – it had become a death trap. We’ve had an empty circular space and have had discussions about what to do with it. Liz wanted a lawn and I didn’t know what I wanted, but didn’t want a lawn. So we’re having a lawn.
Seem to remember on Marathon Talk a couple of weeks ago that now (mid-taper) is not the time to be taking on projects. Sod it. We’ve got time off and need a project to keep us busy. We spend the whole day at it (after sleeping in past eight o’clock), with at least another half day to completion. Lifting the bark chippings, digging over the soil, loading up the turf, unloading the turf and carting it down to the bottom of the garden mean we’re both shattered by evening. Physical work isn’t half demanding and seems to be using different muscles than the one’s we use for running.
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