Daventry ParkRun

Ninety-one ParkRuns done,
Daventry was a first,
Five kilometres on varied paths,
Through tarmac, mud, and thirst.

Bridges crossed and grassy trails,
Shale beneath my feet,
A warm and sunny morning,
Made the run complete.

Seventy-fourth I finished,
In 26:28,
A steady pace, a solid time,
No slowing, (hmm, debate?)

Each run a step, a challenge met,
New course to explore,
Daventry’s mix of paths and views
Adds something to my score.

The crow of death

I always swear I’ll eat my greens,
Jog a mile, cycle through the scenes.
But every time I make a start,
Fate intervenes and breaks my heart.
My latest try, though met with woe,
Turned out to be adventure—so.

Phantom and I, with hope anew,
Set off for lanes with skies of blue.
He let me pick the winding way,
Webheath’s lanes where songbirds play.
Fifteen kilometres, all was right—
Sunshine, birdsong, pure delight.

Phantom and Merlot (previous adventure)

But then, a brown bug, sneaky chap,

Slipped ‘neath my jersey for a nap.
Bite, bite, bite!—a burning flare,
I flapped my layers, bug took air.
The stings swelled up, I groaned in pain,
Phantom, patient, heard my refrain.

Bug(ger)

First-aider’s wisdom, dock leaf found:

“They’re named for use, so rub it round!”
Still, pain persisted, sharp and hot—
“Could you ignore a poker? I cannot!”
We cycled on, I tried to cope,
Stopped to spy some beasts through hope.

A fox? A deer? We couldn’t say,
But then a crow, as black as clay,
Appeared and fixed me with a side eye—
A sliding glance, both sharp and sly.
It chilled my bones, I joked, half-breath:
“That’s surely now the crow of death.”

The Crow of Death

Soon after, things grew strange and dire:

A taste metallic, ears on fire.
My face went numb, my chest grew tight,
Phantom saw my swelling plight.
“Let’s call for help,” he calmly said,
While swelling crept from toes to head.

Shoes off, nausea, itching scalp,
Saliva pooled—I needed help.
SJ arrived, antihistamines three,
Then off to A&E with me.

At hospital doors, I shuffled in,
Reported symptoms, pale of skin.
IV fluids, steroids, pills,
Paracetamol for extra ills.
They scolded me for pills I’d had,
While pumping more—how very mad!
ECG and low SATs too,
Hives appeared, then slowly withdrew.

A few hours passed, I mended fast,

Sent home with swelling that would last.
A strange adventure, not my plan—
Was that bug the crow’s own man?

Days later now, I write these lines,

The crow of death still in my mind.
Not one for luck or superstition,
But since that day, I’ve faced attrition:
Internet dead, CT scan delay,
Family struck by Covid’s sway.
Not the adventure we’d have picked—
But life, it seems, is rarely strict.

A birthday in the Brecons

Birthday girl enjoying a knight in the Brecons (see what I did there)

Y'know, I've been a bod boy recently (hmmm) and have not eaten well, exercised little and done little in the way of adventure. The heat must have gotten to my head, it's been around 30C of late! SJ and I have binge bought a number or records but that's a different story.

So, let me go back a couple of weeks and blog about a birthday in the Brecons. This is starting to be a 'thing' as a few folk I know have spent their birthday in the Brecons. This birthday was SJ's and we wanted do something special. This birthday trip formed part of a long weekend and didn’t disappoint.

Dinas Castle ruins

We spent our first day battling big ascents and the bright shining sun, no joke it was getting on to be close to 30c. Our adventure began in the small village of Pengenffordd and was a walk up and down the Dragons Back. We scrambled over the ups and downs and reached (as near as damn it) Waun Fach, the highest point of the Black Mountains, which roughly translates as small moor in Welsh. Nothing small about this Peak, we felt the dragons heat and decided to turn back here rather than complete a circular route. We passed the Dinas Castle ruins during this trek too, which was nice. The nearby pub was great too - just had to drink excessive coke to cool down.

We stayed at the Plough and Harrow for 2 nights which was a very cosy little pub ran by Sue and her four-legged side kick Paddy. This pub hosted nice views, awesome food and a comfy bed. We might well return and spend another adventure here.

Day 2 was SJ’s birthday and what better way to spend the day than to climb Pen Y Fan. This was a tough climb but thankfully was much cooler than yesterday. Incredibly windy at the highest point in South Wales! This climb was interesting and I loved the way it had a twin summit, the second summit is called Corn Du and was formally referred to as Arthur’s Seat.

Spent the afternoon strolling around Brecon Town Centre. We ate and drank much and did a little shopping. The highlight of out shopping was purchasing the portrait of Judith the cow. This awesome painting cost less than £20 from a charity shop and was a way better painting than those selling for £100’s in the nearby shops.

Day 3 was a really easy day. We went to the Weir Garden, a National Trust property in Hereford. The walk here felt like it was over before it really began. The garden was real pretty and we were pleased we didn’t have to climb any massive ascents today.

Completed the birthday weekend by tank-busting and then going for a quick spin on my bike (Eleven) on the Sunday. Such a great weekend away with SJ, can’t wait until our next adventure! Meanwhile, I must try and muster up some motivation to eat well, cycle and run more and try not to let work get me down.

Fire Starter

At time of writing this blog post, I have just completed my 90th ParkRun. This latest run was at Fire Service College, Morton-in-Marsh. The course was mostly grass with just a little tarmac. My time was 26:14 and I finished 50/172. Have now ran 16 ParkRuns this year which matches my most in a year highest of 16 back in 2023. Still just 2 letters to go until I complete my alphabet challenge too.

Have continued to cook like crazy. Lots of delicious meals using Gousto. If you too would like some awesome recipe boxes, follow this link to get a whopping 65% off your first recipe box order. I’m sure everyone is getting bored of the many pictures I’ve taken and posted across social media. I’ve proved I can cook so will quit posting any further pics. I think I amazed myself more than anyone else!

Eleven re-born 

Thanks for the funky cap Mr 'Odge

My cycling has been poor. Zwift subscription expired. GoaT HeaD requires Stan’s to fix the flat tyre issue and my other bikes just require motivation from myself! However, have just picked up Eleven (my Ridley) and she has been kitted out with a new Di2 group set. Took for a test-cycle with the Phantom and all was aces!

Green-fingered SJ and Ernie

The above pictures are just showing off SJ's green fingers. All these fruits are growing in our garden. As ever, I’m sure further adventure awaits.