The Gunpowder parkrun started up this morning (near Waltham Abbey, between 12o’clock and 1o’clock on the M25) and it’s an absolute cracker. Its two and a bit laps are gently undulating, simple to follow but meandering enough to be fun. Underfoot is well-kept, buggy-friendly path, and if the thin layer of fine gravel isn’t to your taste, then you can run the majority of the route on the grass verges.
As usual, the organisation is superb, and the marshals and volunteers are welcoming and friendly.
Icing on the cake? Crossing paths with Ron Hill and Tim Williams again, meeting budding nomad Rick Oliver, chatting to father and daughter team Marc and Nicole Bibaud (who are well on their way to joining the 50 club and 10 club respectively) and chatting to parkrun newcomer Liz Lord and her friend Tony Browne, who had persuaded her to give parkrun a whirl.
And what a whirl! Best woman by age grade. Not a bad debut at all.
After which I went home to make two lots of ganache, one of the few recipes I can do from memory. (Heat cream. Add chocolate. Stir. Pour into bowls. Put in fridge. Lick spoon. Lick saucepan.) The first batch went well. For the second, I experimented by adding alcohol, and I’m not sure whether it’s going to harden. Unlike my arteries, which are hardening already in anticipation.