NOvember

[Sweder]

To Newcastle, New South Wales, and a nice early beach and cliff-top run with Soft Al. Rolling breakers, surfers, joggers, dog-walkers, roller-bladers, cyclists, meanderers, all human life was here. Twenty six degrees, a cool breeze out of the south, heaven on Earth.

We knocked out an easy 14k, chatting about Cam's recent visit, the P2P and, of course, The Moyleman. Chris brought us together, and here we were, bouncing easily along a sand-strewn promenade in south eastern Australia. Who'd a thunk it? The big fella would approve.

My legs felt weary, calves tight, glutes a genuine pain in the arse. My right achillies needs a bit of attention, but all in all I was pleased with 1 hour 20 for the out-and-back. Al's lost half his body weight since coming out here. He looks horribly fit, clearly content with life in the New World. It was tough keeping up with him.

   

Now for the night train from Sydney to Melbourne and part three of my journey. Long days walking hard show floors. I'm definitely booking a sports massage ASAP. On, on ...