The Joy of an Evening Race
A poem by Jenny Russell Hidden in the mellay of the day to day The evening fell race is a a joy I’d say They don’t boast great distance, height gains or crowds Just...
A poem by Jenny Russell Hidden in the mellay of the day to day The evening fell race is a a joy I’d say They don’t boast great distance, height gains or crowds Just...
Written Summer 2020 By Jenny Russell Photos courtesy of Claire Dickinson I suspect I’m not the only person to decided on an ambitious plan whilst having an after work beer on a Friday night? The...
Last Saturday was the London Marathon, which was the first time it had been fully organised since April 2020- which is when I had originally had a place, due to our Club being allotted...
After Chris and I said our goodbyes, I settled down in Whinlatter forest for my final night out in the Northern Fells. I spent some time before bed munching on my pine cone and...
After a broken night’s sleep perched in a small tree I was collected by Chris and spent a few days playing with a new friend. Up early on a Thursday we set off by...
Sunday turned out to be a long day as after only 90 mins in the tree I was off again. This time with Alison and Border Terrier Mizzle (who’s favourite treat is bunny ears,...
After my bike ride Natalie dropped me off in Skelton, the sun was shining so I spent the afternoon in Jenny and Steve’s garden. The garden looked very posh but they didn’t have any carrots...
This was the leg I had been dreading, as Natalie’s reputation as the ‘Crazy High Pike woman’ was now well established. I felt tearful waving goodbye to Rachael. I didn’t know what was in...
It was 9pm and I was still waiting at spider-man mask gully to be rescued. Where was Rachael? I didn’t fancy spending a night all alone with not even a carrot to munch on....
Well I must say Graham left me in a somewhat uncomfortable place in a dark and dingy salt bin, so I was very relieved when Andy was able to find me from the clues...
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