Sunday, 2 October 2016

Sun, sea, sand, suits and selfies

New Camera. New Panorama!

Saturday Peter was away on some Carnethy drinking run in the Pentlands. He asked if I'd put off the Gullane run and swim until the next day and I graciously conceded. It's his birthday tomorrow so I'm trying to be nice. 
I've been trying to incorporate a longer run into my week to keep the mileage up a bit as I'm struggling to get out more than 4 times a week at the minute. I decided to stay in town and run along to Cramond and figure out a way to come back.
The first 6 miles were great and then my feet and achilles started to protest so it was a bit of a slog coming back. I think it's time for a new pair of shoes. Using Strava makes it very easy to keep a track of how many miles are in your various shoes and I'm getting an impressive amount of miles out of mine. Maybe adding to my foot problems.
I ran 13.6 miles in all which secured me a hearty lunch.

I've got a new waterproof camera as the old one mysteriously died. I checked if I could return it but I'd missed the deadline by 21 months. Oh well. It had a pretty rugged life.

Today we headed off for our Gullane Run. Once again the sun was shining and there was hardly any wind.

Here's us being attacked by a dolphin-spaceship.

He looks great doesn't he?

I know what you're thinking. "Lovely couple."

Too many hearty lunches.

And nowhere to hide 'em!

This new suit is so easy to get on and off though. I love it.

We ran round the usual run at a leisurely pace with Peter telling me about yesterday's run in the hills and some more things he's been reading in his butterfly book. The sun shone down. The sea looked blue. I'm not much of a doggy person so don't pay much attention to them but did notice a self-possessed looking Golden Retriever loping by on its own. The reason I paid attention to it was it reminded me of an utterly bizarre painting of A Golden Retriever beside one of the royal couples (Fergie and ???) painted by Harry Hill, which bore the legend "I spoiled it for them." I reminded Peter of it, and we both laughed.

When we got back to the car park at Gullane Beach a lady with a baby asked us if we'd seen a Golden Retriever on our travels. We told her we had! About half a mile ago at Maggie's Loup. That he was looking relaxed and appeared to be having a good time. He had gone for a walk on his own and her husband was off looking for him. We hummed and hawed, both of us were feeling like maybe we should go and retrieve the retriever for her. But then her husband happened along with his nibs, still looking relaxed and wavy tailed. I wonder who he spoiled it for today.

Swimming in the icy waves didn't seem that appealing, but with a new under water camera you kind of have to put it through its paces, so we went in, and it wasn't too bad.
The end.
How the hell can it be Sunday night already. It didn't aughter be.

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