April Fuel

[Sweder]

Spring has sprung, not before unseasonal snowdrifts at Gatwick saw my flight home cancelled. Eight hours of planes trains and automobiles helped me overcome the pathetic inadequacies of Britain under inclement weather.

Mashed potato clouds populated the clearest of blue skies for my eight kilometre leg-loosener. The ugly, stiff-legged limp-shuffle across the downs deserves no further description. No doubt many London Marathoners are entering the last stages of anxiety before the big day, loading the carbs, counting the hours. Good luck to all.