The lure of a parkrun overcame my sloth this morning, and I headed off to north east London for the first Pymmes parkrun.
If you find yourself near Pymmes park on a Saturday, I’d recommend giving this a go. It’s a three lap course on tarmac with very slight undulation and comes complete with trees, duckpond and kebab van. As ever, the volunteers are efficient and encouraging and the course was beautifully signposted. Congratulations all round.
I also bumped into an acquaintance from an earlier parkrun, who after doing 58 parkruns at Bushy decided to visit as many others as possible on the way to his 100th parkrun. He’s being much more methodical than I am and has already planned next week’s run. It’s Finsbury Park. The one with the hill at 4km.
I got home to find my husband on his knees in the garden weeding round the asparagus. The cat was sheltering under the hebe looking miffed that we’d invaded his territory. He looked even more miffed as we took the saw to the hebe and
hacked it down to ground level pruned it back a little. Tee hee.