Yes, the week has flown by since I returned. I need to scribble something down before Hx tells me off.

So another London Marathon is over. I find the best way to deal with them is to turn over and go back to sleep. Sure enough, a few hours later its all over for most of the competitors and I butter some toast in silent, if irrelevant, tribute to their achievements. As usual, there is the varied combination of determination and idiocy. Once again, pity the poor guy who decided almost a year ago to run dressed like a Rhino only to regret his choice after 200 yards or so. I too remember such foolishness when doing the junor cross country course dressed as a short rugby player. Even after a heart thumping run through the grounds noone gave me a lucozade or wrapped my knackered shoulders in a silver blanket. The only advantage to coming so far back in the field was the relative emptiness of the bathhouse.

You can now of course, map the Junior Cross Country course on Google Earth. Dover is now quite clearly detailed on the aerial photography.

I think the photo must have been taken during the hols as Dukies seem very absent.

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