Long Run Home

A little bit different from the last long run home, three weeks ago, when it rained, and was cold, and I got lost, and it got dark, and there were dragons, and it was scary... (ok I made the bit about dragons up).

Dorset Days

So the plan was to head down to Dorset over the Easter Bank Holiday, visit the parents, visit the grandparents, get some runs in, get a swim in and get a ton of bike mileage in. 5 birds, 1 stone!

It all started of a bit poorly, late out of London, late to Mel's parents, stuck in traffic all the way to Dorchester. We did however manage to pick up a chocolate egg and two chocolate bunnies at Mel's parents, so, score on the feeding front.

It was a bit rainy when we got to Dorchester but all in all, didn't look too bad, Dave suggested a route for us out to the grandparents and we headed up to visit them. Simnel cake and tea with them took a half hour or so (score 2 on the food front) and then Dave joined us and we headed up and out.

The route back involved a rather steep and sustained climb (yay!). Followed by an utterly terrifying descent round blind bends over pot holed roads where Dave really showed us what proper bike handling skills look like as he disappeared with “watch out for pot holes on the way down” over his shoulder at what seemed like 100km/h.

We returned to my parents to discover 2 more chocolate eggs (score 3 for food!), lemon drizzle cake (my favourite!) and coffee.

Saturday was a washout, rain, rain, rain, and we're not hard enough to go running and cycling in the rain for fun so we bailed and did yoga and swimming instead. The local pool was like swimming in a bath, the sign on the front desk said training pool – 24 C, and I can believe it.

Sunday was beautiful, a few puffy clouds, a brisk wind and pretty villages. Dave showed us the way down to Upwey through back roads and then we headed down to Weymouth to visit my other grandma. A half dozen chocolate biscuits later we were back on the road, climbing the sharp route out of Sutton Poyntz. The hill was seriously steep, as in, very nearly forced me off my bike steep but relatively short and pretty views at the top made up for it. A wiggly windy route back took us up to Tincleton, into Piddlevalley to Puddletown (formerly Piddletown – yes really! I love Dorset names.)