I couldn't wait to take some pictures of the Kottage to post them, so everybody can see the progress made. Last week we had perfect weather, so I left the camera in BP. This week I had the camera, but the weather produced a veritable true British pea souper, so visibility was down to a few metres. However, this morning the sun came out, so I dashed out to take a few piccies of it. Roy was cross that I didn't let him tidy up, but I might post a few more before we leave Ber on Friday, so that you can all see the great strides he had made.
Last weekend was quite interesting. It was the in-house club championship of Postas on the same terrain as the National Championships in October. We were based in he middle of the forest this time, so I got to see bits of it I didn't last time. Attendance at these events gets less and less every year, I think the British idea of attaching club champs to an existing event and calculating it from that is much more practical. I won the short course, which was the appropriate one for my age, beating even my good friend Zsuzsika, who is at least 15 years younger than me. We ran in about an inch or two of snow in places, so the atmosphere was positiviely wintery, but the low turnout is reflecting the crisis Postas is in and I fear for the future.
We have managed to part pack before we came back to Ber on Sunday and we will be leaving the car behind on Friday and travelling by bus. Roy wants to lock the car up in the garage, thinking it will be safer in the village than in BP, which is probably true. On Friday there will be a potentially hassled meeting about the future of Postas, which I am not looking forward to, but need to get through, I suppose.
Saturday is the Trail-O Clinic, report of that in next post. Must go and have breakfast now, as I have been on this machine for too long.
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