The best thing about coming home is to see these little furry faces. I miss them. They just want to be fed and indulged (luckily, I can do that).
It has been pointed out to me (by Him Outdoors, of course), that if I continue for another 7.2km at the end of The Bloody Long Walk, I will have walked a marathon. I'm not sure whether I will be up to that, but I practiced at the end of my Sunday walk with the Walking Crew by continuing on through the rain showers for the requisite number of kilometres, through Kingston and along the Dairy Flat Road, and guess where I finished up?
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| Kingston Foreshore |
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| Allotments |
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| It's not about the race... |
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| ...but the reward |
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| Burgers, chips and beer at Capital Brewing Company |
In preparation for the newest James Bond film, which I am seeing next week, I am watching all of the Daniel Craig Bonds in order (with appropriate accompaniment, of course). It's hard to believe that Casino Royale came out fifteen years ago!
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