Still on the run!

No, the title of this blog has nothing to do with prisons or prison officers - it's just to say that we are still on the run as is evidenced by this photo which is now on the front page of Brentwood Parkrun's newsletter. Having a long weekend working/housesitting in Essex to contend with we searched for a local event and found the delightfully muddy Brentwood event, a single loop though woods and across fields in a hilly country park. And even though we're miles from where we usually run, we still found a familiar face in Paul Jeggo who won the WFRA V50 series a couple of years ago travelling up from the Chelmsford area at regular intervals. Paul did exceptionally well and was only just beaten at the finish by two seconds.
 http://www.parkrun.org.uk/brentwood/news/

This being Essex and just outside the M25 we found that the local ale was more than a touch on the pricey side but we did find the wonderful 'miles from anywhere' Moletrap where we were treated like long lost friends. According to the pub website there's only one pub in the country called the Moletrap - and this is from the pub history page -

'Samuel Threader invented a mole trap.  He put it for commercial sale and made enough money to enable him to build a house.  He named that house ‘The Moletrap’.  In 1871 it is recorded as the Mole Trap Beer Shop.'

Purple Rabbits!

Thought it's time I got this blog moving again with a curiosity. We are currently staying in Northamptonshire and found a pub last night called the Lilacs. We expected a trendy wine bar but no....it was a real village local. The name Lilacs has nothing to do with flowers but is the name of a local breed of rabbit which is evenly coloured lilac all over. These were bred over 100 years ago by a lady called Mabel Illingworth who also developed the Blue Imperial rabbit. Heaven's above, I wonder what they taste like! By the way the pub was OK - the Taylor's Landlord was not quite up to Keighley standard but the pub landlord was fully kilted up for a Burn's Night supper.


Been keeping up the running with a series of parkruns here there and everywhere. We were aiming for a parkrun in Huddersfield to join Vicky's sister on her parkrun debut (New Year's resolutions and all that!) but got well slowed down on the M62 and pulled off into Oldham to make the local parkrun reaching the start line with seconds to spare. Also managed parkruns in Warrington, Conwy and Bedford. In an attempt to get out of the parkrun rut, I located a Wednesday lunchtime cross country in Northampton (in January!!) I took my green Denbigh running vest along and duly entered at the specified location (Northamptonshire Police HQ) and found myself on the start line surrounded by over 100 runners with Northants Police, RAF, HM Prison Service and Fire Service running vests. This was a services/forces cross country league fixture, and I told them I'd run at Wormwood Scrubs a few weeks ago. I was quite happy to go up and collect a trophy at the end of the race; this was for second place however - the only other runner I knew there was former international Mike Hager, he won the British V60 5K last year in a time of 16.43 so no shame in coming second to him! He came 7th in 42.44, I was 53rd in 51.24.

Parakeets On the Run

Welcome home!

 Well we've been back over a week now and thing's haven't changed - it's chilly, windy, wet and muddy, and that was just on the first Saturday morning at the back of Wormwoods Scrubs! No we're not being accommodated at Her Majesty's pleasure, it's just that the Wormwood Scrubs Parkrun was just a few stops down on the central line from Lancaster Gate tube station where we staying in an interesting hotel (say no more!) Back of the Scrubs is the home of Thames Valley Harriers one of the oldest running clubs in the UK. These chaps were very welcoming and we had hot mugs of tea after the race in their clubhouse just by the Linford Christie Stadium. Very nice facilities but the Parkrun course also doubles as a notorius cross country course and we were sent round woefully unprepared for the greasy surface - the crafty winner wore spikes! I didn't have spikes but managed to slither and slide to second place overall (23.12). You might have guessed that there weren't many there the day after Boxing Day, otherwise I'd have got nowhere near the front. Vicky and Lyndall were 18th and 19th (38.51 and 38.52) and finished covered in mud! Gunnersbury Parkrun just a couple of miles away attracted nearly 150 runners who were clearly afraid of getting their legs dirty.

I was only saying the other day....

 As you will know I've found pictures of the various ornithological specialties that we've seen around Australia and the US in the past few months. This is a Rose Ringed Parakeet and, incredibly, as we were trying unsuccessfully to warm up before the parkrun I heard a familiar cry which seemed very out of place. The cry of the parakeet is fairly raucous to say the least and I was suddenly reminded of Australia (without the heat!). There were thousands of the blighters roosting in the trees at the edge of Wormwood Scrubs making a real racket. I remember seeing a colony of these in Stockport in the 1980's - apparently they've since died out (possibly ending up on a menu in some local ethnic restaurant!)

The saga continued with a Parkrun on New Year's Day at Victoria Park in Warrington - me in 20th with a time of 21.25 but 172 runners at this one. We then planned another two days later at Huddersfield but were dreadfully slow in traffic round Manchester, so I had a brainwave and diverted with minutes to spare to the Oldham Parkrun which was at Alexandra Park - a real old fashioned council park with well tended flower beds and a bandstand (and some nice gentle slopes as well, can't expect Oldham to be flat can you!) so I got round in 17th with 21.23 and Vicky's time was much improved - 149th our of 175 in 34.24.
(And well done to Vicky's sister Caz, who we were hoping to meet in Huddersfield - she did her first Parkrun - first of many I bet!)

And just in time for January we've found a regular outlet for the idiosyncratic Heavy Industry Brewery ales in Prestatyn. This is a small village brewery run by a rather eccentric chap called Tom who seems to just brew what the hell he wants to. His brewery is located in an old abbatoir in Henllan, Denbighshire and this brave man comes up with recipes such as Pigeon Toed Orange Peel beer. We had the Diawl Bach and the Nos Smoked Porter at Bar 136 at the top of town on New Year's eve! (But then it might have been Bar 137 - still we'll be able to remember where we found it....won't we!)

Beer, Running and Biscuits!

Very impressed with the Parkrun tourists at this week’s Durham Parkrun in North Carolina. We think we've done OK but Ben and his dad Michael have now done all three of the US Parkruns (Florida, Michigan and North Carolina) and they’ve also done several in South Africa as well as their home Parkrun in Kent. The other lady in the pic is Anne from Drogheda in Ireland! Vicky and I both managed to be quicker than last week despite a 280 mile car journey the day before, She was 32.42 which is her best apart from two sunny warm runs at Yarrabilba down under; I got under the 20 minute mark, (just!) with 19.56.

Quick word on American grub. We've been in North Carolina for a week or so and we kept seeing Bojangles fast food caffs among the McDonalds, Wendys and Burger Kings that sprout up at every interstate junction. (Uncle Robin recommends the more upmarket Cracker Barrel but we never found one on the same side of the highway that we were using.) On a sunny day off the beaten track  near the Carolina coast the other day we stopped and thought let's give it a go! Bojangles' main deal is biscuits an' chicken and it wasn't as bad as we thought - biscuits is American for scones and Bojangles (over 600 branches) claim that all their biscuits have been cooked less than 20 minutes ago (I suppose it depends on your definition of cooked!) Nonetheless it filled a gap and the coffee was good and the folk were friendly. The very nice young African/American lady who served us with a very Southern drawl (yaaawwwll!) told us she'd love to come to Wales someday. (I thought she'd need to get a better job than this!)

So here's the guide for the uninitiated:

Biscuits = scones

Cookies = biscuits

Shrimp = prawns

Hoagies = submarine sandwiches

Hush puppies = cornmeal balls (served with most fried meals in the south)

Grits (again!) = corn porridge

Bacon = thin strips of streaky that have been well dried out

Maple syrup goes on anything and everything especially for breakfast.

What we didn't find as it's not usually in restaurants and we had this a few years ago for a thanksgiving dinner is Terducken. This is a Turkey stuffed with a chicken and a duck - very tasty!

Long drive down to Charlotte at the weekend but the Interstate was fairly smooth going. On arrival in Charlotte, where everybody has a drawl, we found a fairly compact city with some interesting high rise buildings which were well lit up at night - I was impressed with the Bank of America building which looked a bit like a wedding cake on top. I don't think this photo does it justice but it looks as if a strong wind would bring glass shards showering down. We found the Carolina Alehouse was good enough for us after the ParkRun and Rogue Dead Guy, NoDa Woody & Wilcox IPA and a Red Oak Imperial Rye IPA did the trick. Not so long to go now til we turn up back in Wales so we're hoping that all that rain and mud that we've read about will have passed on.

Hitting the Trail again

Air's a bit thin up here!

The Appalachian Trail keeps following us. We bumped into it near the northern end of its 2200 miles in Maine, we walked a bit of it in New Hampshire, we crossed it in Vermont and came close in Pennsylvania. Here we are 5000 feet up in the Great Smoky Mountains near the bottom end (1,972 miles south of Katadhin Mountain) on the Tennessee/North Carolina border at a place called New Found Gap. Here it looks broad and easy to follow but in the more remote areas it's not difficult to go off piste! Every year a number of hardy folk set off to walk the whole trail in one go - to ordinary hikers these long distance fiends are known as 'thru-hikers' and generally take around 6 months to do it. I'm sure they'd do it quicker if they ran it!

Nearly a Bridge too Far

Well we have crossed one of the modern wonders of the world - the Chesapeake Bay Bridge/Tunnel which is basically a 17 mile long bridge with a couple of one mile tunnels strategically placed so that big ships can get through into the bay. Built all of 50 years ago this makes the Severn bridge look like Lego.

Honk, honk!

What is also a wonder of the world but more of a natural one is the sight we saw today at Assateague Island, on the Atlantic coast, of thousands upon thousands of Snow Geese who are wintering here - the noise they make is astonishing and they must be the noisiest geese of the lot. Apart from their loud continual honking they also make a strange grumbling moise that sounds like heavy traffic from a way off but is actually quite close. We walked 4 miles round a huge lake that seemed chockablock with them. And then, "THEY'VE SCORED!" a sudden eruption of sound just as you'd hear from outside Old Trafford when the Reds have scored a goal, and the geese started to take off in squadrons heading off into the evening sky - beautiful skeins of stately birds drifting into the distance - (gosh I could get quite poetic about them, better move on then quick!)

Where's the Trap?

Assateague Island is also famous for its ponies. We're staying at Chincoteague (pronounced Shincoteague by the locals.)  In the summer it's full of tourists, but the only tourists in mid December are us! Chincoteague is home to the annual pony run where the wild ponies over on Assateague are herded through the channel separating Assateague from Chincoteague islands.

Close to where we are staying is the NASA complex where moon rockets are fired from. Talking to the locals it seems a subject of pride for them that something so grand happens here - but they're a bit circumspect about the rocket failure that happened a few weeks ago on October 29th. 'Oh they have now got funding for a relaunch in  few months time!' And what happened to the supplies that were destined for the Space Station with the international crew of six? 'Oh the Russians went up a few days later with some stuff.' What about the Christmas Cards?

More Lego!

Now what I hadn't realised was  this contraption has been in space for 14 years and there are 2 Americans, a German and 3 Russians up there. There've been no Brits on board but an ex-Army chappie called Tim Peake is scheduled to go in 2015 - rather him than me!

True Grit - American Breakfasts!

In 1952, the year of my birth, the Charleston Post and Courier declared that "Given enough of it, the inhabitants of planet Earth would have nothing to fight about. A man full of grits is a man of peace." Yes we're in grits country, the Southern United States where grits are provided with every meal! Breakfast this morning we were offered French toast and bacon casserole (more like bread pudding with bacon, and American bacon unfortunately is not like ours) plus grits. Breakfast in hotels, if they provide anything you're lucky, usually consists of coffee and muffins, but in B&B's you chance your luck. At the last B&B we had, on consecutive mornings, waffles and  then spinach omelette, we were also offered grits but I suggested that oats would be good - we ended up with steel cut oats which were great, but I suspected that they'd made too much as we got it the next day as well. We were not tempted to try the Shrimp and Grits Etouffe at the restaurant on our doorstep last night (the $50 a head also put us off!) So I had to try the grits this morning and am happy to report that a man full of grits is a man of peace because he can't do much else other than sit and slowly digest these grits (Vicky was not at all enthusiastic,  "they look like miniature frogspawn" she said).

Other Southern specialties include biscuit - which is really a scone. We were keen for some lunch as we sped down the interstate and might have gone for a Burger King but it was on the wrong side of the highway - on our side was a branch of Bojangles, - just like a McDonald's * with a drive-in at the back but their menu was biscuit and sausage - beats a big Mac anytime!

And aren't we the Parkrun tourists? After hitting a number of Parkruns in Australia we found one in the US. They haven't really taken off yet over here and there were only twelve of us - still that meant I got a good placing with third overall. It was a bit international as the runner in first was from Belfast, I was a Welsh third, fourth was a fellow from between Glasgow and Edinburgh and the organiser was from Beverley in Yorkshire - he had a very nice American missus though who pointed out to me a Great Blue Heron in the creek by the side of the course. It was a bit sharp at that time of the morning - well below freezing, but as you can see Vicky wasn't taking any chances with her thermal running outfit.


* Glad to see McDonald's still has an apostrophe in it!

Bizarre Brews

This has to win the prize for the most original name on a pump clip - a very tasty egg-nog stout it was too. This appeared at the Spring House Brewery in Lancaster Pennsylvania, the brew pub had a fairly limited range - 5 stouts (eggnog, peanut butter, mint, chocolate chip and coffee) and 4 IPA's (including the Astounding She Monster IPA brewed with jalapenos) and that was it - sounds gruesome but all the beer we tasted was top notch! I'm beginning to think that the further we get away from the big cities the more bizarre the USA seems to be.

Next stop was Asheville, North Carolina, a beer lover's Mecca. This is a city the size of Chester but it has nearly 20 microbreweries! We were there for 3 nights and managed to hit eight brewpubs - it seemed to us that you fall out of one to find another over the road. One of our favourites was Wicked Weed (this refers to the quote from nearly 500 years ago by Henry VIIIth who said ' Hops are a wicked and pernicious weed.') The Freak of Nature Double IPA was especially special.

Asheville is the gateway to the Great Smoky Mountains, and further into the mountains is Waynesville where we stayed with our wonderful relatives Robin and Mary. Using their house as a base we were able to run and walk and explore the mountains right up to the Tennessee border. They took us on the Blue Ridge Parkway and, heading upwards we came across a herd of elk - what magnificent creatures these are! Close by was the visitor centre where Mary introduced us to the head ranger Linda, who promptly brought out a pair of antlers from her office which dwarfed her - these were from a fine elk stag that had been trimmed off the previous year

Run of the weekend was the Be Prepared Trail Race from the remote Daniel Boone Scout Camp in the Smokies. This looked like it was going to be 15K and 2600 feet of climb but in the end was more like 13K and 1800 feet (according to the guy in front of me who Garmined the route). The long uphill over the first four miles was on forest trails, but I kept it up thinking I was saving something in reserve for the final climb to the top. However it didn't quite work out like that and I found that we were directed down along more trails from an indeterminate point in the forest - hurtling along at my usual nippy pace I overtook a fair few runners who seemed to be picking their way through the tricky bits. In the end I thought I was doing well to finish in a time of 1.19.49 (1st V60 and won a woolly hat which said 'Be Prepared ' on it).