Where was Bertie? He spent Saturday night on younger step-son's front drive.
Weather: Sunny and warm
As so often happens, plans to catch-up on sleep were thwarted in my case by waking far too early. So whilst Mick dozed on, I started looking at local parkrun options, and by 8.30am we were a 35-minute drive up the road, at Maidstone parkrun, where they proved to have plentiful Bertie-sized parking.
It's not going to go down as one of my favourite courses, being too narrow for the number of people (at one point near the start there's a 10-foot hedge on one side, a fence on the other and barely room for two people to pass), but the location was nice, as was the weather.
From there we had what should have been less than a 1.5hr drive to our rendezvous with Nick, Jo and grandkids at Wellington Farm Shop café. It was a good job we had well over 2 hours to make that journey, as the M25 was living up to its reputation. So much traffic! Where in the world was everyone going on a Saturday morning?!
I failed to take any snaps at lunchtime, but did get this one when we went out again in the evening:
A good day of eating and chatting was had, followed by such a late night that Bertie almost turned into a pumpkin. At least we were at leisure for a bit of a lie-in in the morning ... at least until 8am.
Weather: Sunny and warm
As so often happens, plans to catch-up on sleep were thwarted in my case by waking far too early. So whilst Mick dozed on, I started looking at local parkrun options, and by 8.30am we were a 35-minute drive up the road, at Maidstone parkrun, where they proved to have plentiful Bertie-sized parking.
It's not going to go down as one of my favourite courses, being too narrow for the number of people (at one point near the start there's a 10-foot hedge on one side, a fence on the other and barely room for two people to pass), but the location was nice, as was the weather.
From there we had what should have been less than a 1.5hr drive to our rendezvous with Nick, Jo and grandkids at Wellington Farm Shop café. It was a good job we had well over 2 hours to make that journey, as the M25 was living up to its reputation. So much traffic! Where in the world was everyone going on a Saturday morning?!
I failed to take any snaps at lunchtime, but did get this one when we went out again in the evening:
A good day of eating and chatting was had, followed by such a late night that Bertie almost turned into a pumpkin. At least we were at leisure for a bit of a lie-in in the morning ... at least until 8am.
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