Pounding the roads shortly after 5 O’Clock yesterday morning….
Storm Bran was raging away. Trees bending double and heavy rain in the face….
“Shortly after 5 O’Clock……”??!!
Thinly veiled “look at me, up and about and running the country lanes before you have even thought of stirring from your slumber….”
In fact, not even “thinly veiled”. Blatant showing off…
At a recent dinner with a great friend Rupert Bevan (racing folk will remember his wonderful father Hugo), we agreed that, on or around the 1st March 2026, we would race each other over 5 kilometres. I’m a bad loser. Rupert is competitive. In a previous time, I regularly ran Marathons, but those days are very “previous” and a long time ago…
Not easy. But we both agreed that once you hit 60, you go one way or the other in terms of fitness…
One way is a lot better than the other…
I imagine a scene similar to Anthony Andrews and Ben Cross pounding around the Cloisters in Chariots Of Fire. The reality will be more like Smarty and Red Marauder in that mud spattered deep ground Grand National of 2001….
Storm Bran ??? I thought that we had dived a lot further into the alphabet than B….??
The storm precluding an intended gallop at Kempton Park – riders and horses might well have been blown across The Thames to Sandown…
London yesterday evening. Dinner with Barney and Tallulah before heading to the footballing Mecca that is Loftus Road. QPR 1-0 up until conceding an equaliser deep into the 3rd minute of 6 minutes of added time. But then a wonder strike in the dying seconds sending the old place into raptures. Loftus Road rocked…
Late home. But hey ho….
Candles and both ends. But we are all a very long time dead, so seizing the moment and regretting little and positivity has to be the way. Not always easy when the bumps in the road appear, but keep bloody kicking…
In other exciting news, the first morning with no speed restrictions at the A3 / M25 Junction. What fun we all have…
Calmer out there this morning. Time to gallop a horse or three…
