February 2016

[Sweder]

Twitten Run #14 unfolded without drama this morning.
With Tom away on Cross Country Duty, CC5 on the alpine slopes, 5ussexgirl in Suffolk and OATR still in recovery, just the four hardy souls took their place on the Brooman's Lane grid. Myself, OATR's Progeny, Felix, celebrated Moyleman Lensman James McCauley and the Boyband-quiffed David J Stacey, set off for what was possibly the swiftest circuit yet.

Trouble is, when there's just four of you, all reasonably swift, down-time is limited. Twitten Run rules suggest the group reform at the summit of each ascent, to lope down the next one as one, reform, blast up, repeat ad nauseum. With no laggers or prevaricators (Arch Duncan, AWOL these past two weeks, likes a natter on route), recovery time was virtually nil.

Happily my hamstring held together nicely, allowing me to cruise home in comfort to Ground Coffee for a welcome Flat White with the waiting OATR. I present our requisite 'bottom of Keere Street Selfie' - otherwise known as the Four Stages of Hair-loss.

   

Here we are 'flying' up the penultimate 'up' Twitten, St. Nicholas Lane (Twitten 10 of 12), as shot by OATR from the doorway of Ground Coffee.
Note my excellent new stripy socks, cheekily juxtaposed with my stylish pink-tipped baggy shorts. Sartorial elegance R us, innit.