Short greetings from the Algarve - I've only got 10 minutes before my time runs out in Bernie´s Bar.
Talking of running, I went for one this morning like a good boy. Funnily enough, it's a little hotter here than in either Pudsey or Coleraine. Cold at night, though.
One thing it´s not is tranquil. There seems to be some sort of happy clappy convention thing going on (no doubt it´s not called that) and the attendees all appear to be staying where we are.
They´re deliriously pleased with themselves, very noisy and - much worse -many of them play the tambourine. Very loudly. All. The. Time.
I´ve heard a rumour they all leave tomorrow and I really hope it´s true. (Is that unkind? Don´t care if it is!)
10 miles in the morning - might try and run over one or two of them on the way out.
Talking of running, I went for one this morning like a good boy. Funnily enough, it's a little hotter here than in either Pudsey or Coleraine. Cold at night, though.
One thing it´s not is tranquil. There seems to be some sort of happy clappy convention thing going on (no doubt it´s not called that) and the attendees all appear to be staying where we are.
They´re deliriously pleased with themselves, very noisy and - much worse -many of them play the tambourine. Very loudly. All. The. Time.
I´ve heard a rumour they all leave tomorrow and I really hope it´s true. (Is that unkind? Don´t care if it is!)
10 miles in the morning - might try and run over one or two of them on the way out.
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