Squeezing in a few extra miles

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Going back to work was always going to play havoc with the miles for the hundred miles a month, not to mention the Land’s End to John O’Groats and Coastal virtual walks. Even so, I’m managing to squeeze a few in between all that working. Most of them are along the river so I guess I can’t complain, there are worse walks to and from work. As a bonus, for the last few days the sun has been shining. Continue reading

Allbrook or Eastleigh, decisions, decisions

Under the motorway bridge, cars whizzing past unaware of the river below
Under the motorway bridge, cars whizzing past unaware of the river below

So, where was I? Ah yes, dithering by Mansbridge Lock wondering whether to continue or turn back after learning there was a tree across the path at Withymead. In the end, still in two minds if I should attempt to get to Allbrook or not, I decided to keep going forward for the time being. If nothing else I would know for sure what the path between Mansbridge and Eastleigh was like and there was plenty of time between here and there to make up my mind how far to go. Continue reading

Manchester to Mansbridge what a difference a week makes

Not quite the walk I'd originally planned
Not quite the walk I’d originally planned

Saturday was mostly about relaxing and football so it was time to get off my bum and get walking on Sunday. With one eye on the hundred miles a month I knew it had to be a reasonable length walk too, not just a half arsed stroll along Riverside to the Swan and back. Setting myself this challenge has certainly motivated me to get some miles under my belt. There’d been some thinking on the subject and a half baked plan to get a bus to Totton and have a look at the Ealing Tide Mill but when I got up on Sunday morning it was a beautiful sunny day and I decided I’d check out the Navigation instead. It seemed fitting to be swapping the Manchester canals of last Sunday for Mansbridge and the Navigation. Continue reading

The final Saturday

Spring is moving on apace
Spring is moving on apace

Yesterday was my final Saturday. Well not my actually final one ever but the last Saturday I won’t be working. My last chance to laze around eating breakfast while watching soccer Saturday. My last chance to have a leisurely lunch before going off to the football. Continue reading

December 2009 – looking forward

Grrrr!
Grrrr!

As 2009 drew to a close I was looking forward to 2010. Maybe looking forward isn’t quite the right phrase but anything had to be better than 2009 surely? 2010, the year I would turn fifty and I was determined it wouldn’t be a fat fifty at that. Continue reading

The first fifty miles

with 55.42/605 miles you have passed by Ladrum Bay in Devon; Ladram Bay is a secluded bay with pebble beach, between the coastal towns of Budleigh Salterton and Sidmouth, on the Jurassic Coast
with 55.42/605 miles you have passed by Ladrum Bay in Devon; Ladram Bay is a secluded bay with pebble beach, between the coastal towns of Budleigh Salterton and Sidmouth, on the Jurassic Coast

Yesterday I got a postcard, not a real one, I’m not sure they even have those any more, a virtual one. It was from landsendtojohnogroats2014 to let me know I’m now fifty miles into my walk from Lands End to John O’Groats. Not bad in less than three weeks I suppose but I can’t help wishing I’d known about it on 1 January because I’d be two thirds of the way there by now if I had. Continue reading

Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work I go

A swirl of stormy clouds and a beaten lead river
A swirl of stormy clouds and a beaten lead river

On Tuesday it was time to go back to work. The excitement of Manchester seemed a million miles away as I looked out at the rain while I ate my yogurt and granola breakfast. Time to get back to reality but it would have been nicer without the rain. Apparently it rained all weekend in Southamlton so I suppose I should count myself lucky really. This post is all about three days of walks to and from work, a kind of catch up. Continue reading

Homeward bound

Checking out in his Saint's shirt
Checking out in his Saint’s shirt

Of course, once the rain started to fall it didn’t stop, not that we’d have gone out anywhere anyway. Commando was tired and I was pretty exhausted from all that worrying to be honest. We hardly emerged from our room until we had to check out and head for Manchester Piccadilly station for our journey home. It turned out to be rather more eventful than I’d have liked. Continue reading

The trials and tribulations of a marathon runner’s wife

Mile twenty four and the three hour pacer is going past
Mile twenty four on Kingsway and the three hour pacer is going past

All morning, while I’d been enjoying a spectacularly beautiful walk around the hidden gems of Manchester with my friend Yas, there’d been a little nagging worry in the back of my mind. Race days are always a little like this. I go off for a walk but, no matter how lovely the setting, I can’t quite stop worrying about Commando and how he’s doing. There are so many things that can go wrong. I’ve seen the runners collapsed at the side of the road being treated by paramedics, or limping along with injuries. Then there’s the worry about time. Commando always sets off with a target time, if he doesn’t make it he’s not a happy bunny. With a marathon the possibilities for disaster are magnified. These are the trails and tribulations of a marathon runner’s wife. Continue reading

The hidden side of Manchester

Longford Park, the interesting climbing frame that looks like a tree.
Longford Park, the interesting climbing frame that looks like a tree.

When I rang my friend Yas she said she was only a few minutes away so I passed the time watching the runners setting off and checking the clever tracking app I’d downloaded. This was supposed to work with the timing chip on Commando’s race number and tell me where he was on the course. It would be a boon on our walk, letting me know when we had to start making for the finish line. It showed he’d passed the start mat so I was fairly confident it was doing its job. I wasn’t quite as confident about meeting Yas. We know each other through WLR and have never actually met, would we recognise each other in the flesh? Continue reading

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