Invasive fish, poisoned water and the environment agency

My second Friday walk of February was mostly about getting inspiration for my next book. Half a plot was whirring around in my head and Miller’s Pond, Botany Bay and Sholing played pivotal roles. Well, they might have, if I could get all the twists and turns untangled in my mind and persuade the characters to speak to me. For some reason, I imagined sitting watching the ducks and coots on the pond might start them chatting or at least inspire me in some way. The first obstacle came when I reached the Miller’s Pond pub.

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Lymington, parkrunning and fairy doors

25 August

For three whole days after my last Running School session, I could barely walk. On day one, Commando laughed every time I groaned and winced as I tried to get out of the chair. It was slightly better on day two but I still looked like an elderly lady who had lost her walking frame. Yesterday I managed to get up the big hill without stopping, but it was slow, painful progress. Oddly, my Achilles hadn’t hurt at all, throughout this epic DOMS extravaganza, my calves were the problem. Today, apart from a little residual calf tenderness, normal service was more or less resumed and we were off to Lymington for another spot of parkrun tourism.   Continue reading Lymington, parkrunning and fairy doors