I do hate going out smelly! Or when I think I am a bit
smelly! This morning I HAD to no choice but to be smelly when I was conned once
more this week into going to work again.
Steve and I had squeezed a run into and already overstretched plan for
today. We gathered an armful of clean-ish cloths to take with us to out on for
work after we had finished our run. The run was to be what Steve had referred
to ‘A circular route’ but actually the only thing that could possibly connect the
route this run took to a circle, is that it ends at the point where it started.
It will be our last bit of training before our race at the weekend in Brighton . So we parked our car and started off basically
westwards and downhill, I prefer starting downhill, which of course if the total
opposite for Steve, he hates running downhill and I love it. After about one km
we turned left into the woods where we followed a narrow path that could be a
deer track it is so erratic; twisting and turning, uphill, downhill, uneven
surface with broken twigs and roots everywhere. During this phase the ‘Circle’
had more loops in it than a gymnast doing floor exercises with a ribbon. Then
eventually we came out on a one track woodland road to run first downhill again
and then steeply uphill hack to where Marcus (our little slightly rusty VW
car), was waiting for us. It was a good workout, though quite short and we were
both drenched in sweat when we had finished. The weather has been so warm for
September. We changed into our work clothes and Steve said there was time for
coffee in Arundel before we went in to work.
I think it was Rita Hayworth
who years ago, was quoted as saying, ‘Horses sweat, gentlemen perspire and
ladies simply glow!’ Well, I was more like a racehorse who had just finished
the Grand National, so I don’t go in the ladies section. Having been told by my
husband that he only needed me a few minutes just to make a list of photos he
had to take, I was not best pleased when I saw the mountain of small items that
needed unpacking, photographing, listing and repacking. During the time when we
were struggling to get that job done, we had three more deliveries of goods for
the same clients. I was much happier when another pair of hands arrived in the
form of our friend Tim Baylis who is better than both of us at a bit of neat
photography and listing work.
I had another call to make before
returning home, (Yes I was still smelly) and when I eventually got home I
had completely lost the entire morning. The only redeeming feature of the day
was that I had my new CD playing that is blissfully peaceful. Having heard it
three times completely through, and I will definitely be going to the World
Premier live performance of the totally new piece of music called, In a South
Downs Way, when it is performed at the Minerva Theatre in Chichester in mid
November.
The music is interspersed with Hugh Bonneville reading from his own collection
of South Downs poetry, all fairly short pieces
and perfectly match the mood of the music that so accurately draws images of
the wonderful hills, woods and valley’s that I love so much. I have long
claimed that you are never alone on a walk around the Downs
because it is home to so many spirits. Even so I was quite stunned to hear from
his own words that he has seen them too. I thought it was just me; Mad Old Bat
of Littlehampton, who saw Roman soldiers on the Downs
and other ghosts in the woods. The music was written by
Damian Montagu and I understand that this only recently released album, went
straight to No.1 in the iTunes Classical Chart after Hugh Bonneville chose one
of the tracks to have played on BBC Radio 4’s Desert Island Discs. The music is
already on my own favourites list.
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