Tales From The Rock

With total lack of foresight yours truly had entered the Folkestone 5km totally forgetting that A) it was the morning after a late night B) there was an all you can eat breakfast buffet. So ignoring all advice I gave the breakfast buffet a miss and set out 

with my fan club

to run the set 5km which was bound to be a flat one as it was along the sea front. This turned out to be a totally wrong assumption and a combination of heat and sore Achilles tendon meant a slower than usual run. 

Soon after we were watching number one grandson playing football, a strange game with an oddly shaped ball. 

More fun on the playground

before hitting the beach

posing for pictures

getting changed

and swimming in the ice cold channel.

The sub was relentless

and we did the typical Brit thing and toasted.

More family pics

and food at the chip shop

but by early evening the Achilles was really really unhappy so ice pack and rest was prescribed.
 No running tomorrow then... look out breakfast buffet!