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Date: Sat 15th March
Distance: 20.1 km (12.5 miles)
Location: Waterford, Bengeo, Wol’s gaff, Ware
Conditions: Flat
Weather: Grey, cool
Participants: Gee, Wol, Lurch
As the old adage goes, anything he can do so can we...so we did. What Wol did solo, so the 3 stooges repeated the following week.
A slightly delayed start from Chez Lurch (due to shonky time keeping in the Wol household) took us down Beane Road, on the way to Waterford. Onwards, through to Bengeo, with a distinct lack of bickering. This suggests Roberson as the protagonist-in- chief, so such behaviour will be not tolerated in future, for the sake of team morale..jpg)
Onwards across Hartham (stopping to see Wol's youngest throwing himself on the floor, several times, whilst leading the Bury Rangers front line against Wheathampstead), across the railway line, then up past the rozzers to Foxholes.
Throughout, Burns’ favourite assertion of ‘that must be half way’, or words to that effect, was finally confirmed somewhere around the Stanstead Rd roundabout, as we headed off towards the wild west, aka Ware.
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At this stage the aches & pains were starting to become apparent...Wol’s dodgy ankle injury, Gee’s rubbing boot, Burn’s chafed inner thighs. Also, lots of bravado about an extended walk, only prevented by all concerned's other commitments.
3 hours 50 minutes after leaving, we arrived back at Burns’. Well, that was one fifth of what we’ll be doing in 4 months time. Well done to Wol for providing on route snacks to keep us going.....
Gee.
Distance: 20.1 km (12.5 miles)
Location: Waterford, Bengeo, Wol’s gaff, Ware
Conditions: Flat
Weather: Grey, cool
Participants: Gee, Wol, Lurch
As the old adage goes, anything he can do so can we...so we did. What Wol did solo, so the 3 stooges repeated the following week.
A slightly delayed start from Chez Lurch (due to shonky time keeping in the Wol household) took us down Beane Road, on the way to Waterford. Onwards, through to Bengeo, with a distinct lack of bickering. This suggests Roberson as the protagonist-in- chief, so such behaviour will be not tolerated in future, for the sake of team morale.
.jpg)
Onwards across Hartham (stopping to see Wol's youngest throwing himself on the floor, several times, whilst leading the Bury Rangers front line against Wheathampstead), across the railway line, then up past the rozzers to Foxholes.
Throughout, Burns’ favourite assertion of ‘that must be half way’, or words to that effect, was finally confirmed somewhere around the Stanstead Rd roundabout, as we headed off towards the wild west, aka Ware.
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At this stage the aches & pains were starting to become apparent...Wol’s dodgy ankle injury, Gee’s rubbing boot, Burn’s chafed inner thighs. Also, lots of bravado about an extended walk, only prevented by all concerned's other commitments.3 hours 50 minutes after leaving, we arrived back at Burns’. Well, that was one fifth of what we’ll be doing in 4 months time. Well done to Wol for providing on route snacks to keep us going.....
Gee.
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