Repetitive details of midweek runs and weekend jaunts around the Yorkshire Dales have become much of a muchness over the years, so much so that readers of this blog must be bored to tears. Visitor numbers appear to be down to single figures so I reckon it's time to remove it from public view and go private, at least until something different happens that's worth sharing. That could be some time away.
Due to various eye problems involving endless appointments with three different Consultants our holidays have been drastically curtailed - so not much new material to brighten up these pages. I'm still waiting for vision in both eyes to stabilise so I can be tested for a pair of spectacles that will enable me to drive (legally) again and share the driving to far off places. Until then I'm very much confined to barracks.
Meanwhile, running (without glasses) is starting to improve again, both speed and distance-wise. Two recent ten milers felt very comfortable and lately my old legs have produced some fast 6 min/mile bursts I never thought I'd see again. Maybe it's inspiration from the Olympics? Or something rejuvenating from the scent of heather that came to its best around the glorious twelfth.
Saturday's run round Grimwith was our fastest this year, could be something to do with running a clockwise rather than our usual anti-clockwise circuit. It was windy, very windy, and we lost count of the number of sailing dinghies capsizing as they tried to turn before hitting the bank after a lightning scud across the water. Our main objective over the past two days has been to enjoy and photograph the heather before it rapidly fades and turns brown. Great Whernside viewed from a distance is a sight to behold when its steep flanks glow purple in the August sun. Likewise, all the high moors back o' Grimwith and right down to the waters edge.
Highlight of the weekend occurred on Saturday afternoon when a crowd gathered around the telly in our village pub to watch and cheer as our local hero, Andrew Triggs Hodge, rowed to victory as part of the illustrious 8 man crew that took gold in Rio. It was Andy's third gold medal. His two previous victories, in 2008 and 2012, were in the coxless fours but this year, along with Pete Reed, was moved to the eight boat to strengthen the crew and it certainly paid off. They led from start to finish.
|Saturday's run by heather at Grimwith (Click pictures to enlarge)|
|Smelling the heather on a run to Bare House and Grassington|
|Geriatric pose in front of heather!|
|On the run down from Bare House|
Cheers Andy, and all. You really did us proud!