|yellow archangels in the woods|
|Holly Blue laying an egg by our gate|
|The egg is the tiny blue spot under the flower bud|
|While out on our run this morning|
|May blossom frothing in the hedgerows|
Well I feel much better for that. Ten miles round the lanes with Pop through the sunshine this morning. It was easy, comfortable and straightforward: a super confidence boost ahead of the marathon in eight days' time.
I have not especially enjoyed this week. The week itself has been fine in fact: it's the reduction in running I've struggled with, or perhaps more accurately, the perceived reduction of running, because I have been doing it: Monday 6 miles with the club, Tuesday trot round with my C25Ks, Wednesday evening a 5 mile cross-country race. What I haven't had is my normal routine, or my longer runs, and that is what I have missed.
This morning's run was lovely; the weather was perfect, I felt fit and strong, had a really good pace and in fact felt I had just about warmed up and was getting into my stride when the ten miles was up and we found ourselves back at home (much to Ted's relief- he was shouting his head off in the house and sniffed Poppy all over when we got in, before bustling about in a self-important, I'm in charge, type of way).
Before we left, a small drama: the male great spotted woodpecker had got himself stuck in the greenhouse. He was not AT ALL happy at being rescued: he pecked me several times, screamed the place down and would not unstick his feet from the table leg he was holding on to. We got there in the end and he flew off into the trees by the lake looking none the worse for his human encounter. I doubt even he would have chosen living in the greenhouse over a brief few minutes being held by a human. Of all the wild animals I've had the privilege to be that close to, woodpeckers take the prize for wildness. They HATE being near people.
Are you watching the Royal Wedding tomorrow? I am, much to M's bemusement (but you don't know them. You wouldn't go to any old stranger's wedding, would you?). I've told him he's an old cynic, that there is plenty of horrid stuff in the world and this is a chance to celebrate something lovely. So I am running parkrun first thing then rushing back so I can see all the guests arrive. I love Windsor too. I am tempted to raise a glass of the ice cold bubbly stuff to Harry (I've always had a soft spot for him) and his lovely Meghan, but it would be a terrible waste to only have one glass and even I draw the line at downing a bottle of champers before midday. I might be able to inveigle M to join me, because he has said he will pop in from time to time just to see how it's going :o). Better put one on ice, just in case....
Have a great weekend, and here's to a really lovely day for the happy couple tomorrow.