Have I mentioned I don’t like nil-wind days? Martin and Kai were off to the Wrekin, but we decided to have a look at the Long Mynd first. The cloud was developing a lot and the valley, which had been in sun all morning, was suddenly nearly completely shady and the wind, what there was of it, was south. We watched a sail plane take off, find nothing and land again after 5 minutes. The birds were all flapping and we were both feeling very lazy, so we took the easy option and went to archery.

By 1pm, the sail planes were still not doing much, so we decided to have another look at the Long Mynd on the way home, but by this time it was SE, so we went home to do the gardening, still watching the birds flapping.

We’ve been in a war of attrition with the rose bay willow herb I stupidly let grow last year (“Oh, look, pretty pink flowers!”). Little did I know I invited the seed of the devil into our place. Today we stepped up the ante and it was trench warfare. We dug up the whole flower bed to get rid of all the roots (one of which was longer than I am tall). Now we just have to get it out of the lawn without a mechanical digger. While we were covered in muck, Kai phoned to say he did a 50km triangle (152km with multipliers). He’s top of the league again. 707km in total and it’s only June. Blimey!

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