Running alone

This Sunday the run was cancelled due to much more important events happening up North - Mark's son , Richard was competing in the British Weightlifting Championship - more of this in a future post.

With somewhat less enthusiasm than normal, I went on my regular run along the Thames from Barnes Bridge to Hammersmith Bridge and back.

Nothing much happened - there were no busty models to leer at, no Plinths to fill and no butchers' shops to nose around. More importantly, there was no fellow runner to chat to.

The highlight was looking at the scaffolding going up to support the £3m of repairs to Barnes Bridge ,



I know - I need to get out more...