I've never even been down to the start or finish, much less actually run the damn thing; it was pretty mad to see the crowds starting to build up. I'm usually just crawling out of bed in time to switch on the tele to be confronted by grinning hordes of do-gooders and 'slebs, causing themselves moderate to extreme pain in the name of various charities, their altruism doing little to make me feel any better about the grim echoes of last night in my head. All that said, it was quite - what's the word? Inspiring? - seeing everyone get ready to run. Maybe next year. No such qualms for Megan, who, running for the umpteenth time, was showing few signs of nerves just before the off...
But for all the heroic endeavors on display today, we were, quite rightly I think, more concerned to check on what progress the patch had made in our brief absence. So, what news?
|That's what you get for going to seed, you shit.|
Elsewhere, we picked the last of our cabbages which felt a bit sad, but at least we actually got some, and pretty great they were too.
|Taking down the cabbage nets til next year|
We also picked a few good sized courgettes, plenty radishes, a couple of lettuces, loads of chard and heaps of sorrel as well as a few autumn rasps, resulting in this merry pile:
Maybe if we keep eating this kind of stuff, we'll be in shape to run the GNR next year.
If however, we continue to slather our produce in (admittedly very fine, having been made from Cashel Blue - a brilliant Irish cheese) blue cheese sauce, as per here, we can forget about running any half marathons I would've thought.
|Potatoes, romanesco cauliflower, blue cheese sauce|