Day 3 of Juneathon called for something a little easier on the legs after last night’s speed session, so I decided to hark back to Juneathons of old, and incorporate some allotmenteering. I ran the three quarters of a mile up there, sighed quite a lot at the state of my small jungle, and dug weeds for 50 minutes. I then gratefully put away my garden fork and set off for home. I’m not sure if it was the unaccustomed digging, or just being out in the sunshine, but the ‘scenic route’ home again (just over a mile) felt so much harder. Actually, the several inches of mud clumped onto the bottom of my old trail shoes from the allotment could have had something to do with it.
Anyone want some shocking kitten news? The kittens had their first vet visit last night for their vaccinations, and on giving them both a check over the Vet declared that our pretty girl fluffy Luna … is actually a boy. Oh.
I guess we need a new name for
her him now -any ideas?