
Good luck to everyone running at the weekend!
I thought I ought to stop being a wuss and stop being scared of the scales - so I weighed myself this morning - only a 3lb gain on my pre-holiday / pre-domestic crisis weight! Phew!!!! Nowhere near as bad as I thought. At least I'm back in my size 16 jeans again.
I'm off

swimming today with a friend although I'm not looking forward to cycling there in this thick fog.
It was an interesting walk this morning - I couldn't see beyond 15 feet so I had to keep to one straight raised track which goes straight across the boggiest part of the Moor so I could find my way back (instead of doing a large circuit). At 1hr 15 mins I turned the dogs back to follow our footsteps home and George & Fred started rushing around very excited and when I looked at the floor I saw lots of deer hoof prints criss-crossing where we'd walked just minutes before. It looked like two or three had been quietly following us and had run off when we doubled back.
I missed all the excitement last Sunday (when we went to the farmers' market). I found out today that the Mountain Rescue people (with helicopter and dogs) had to come and search for the slightly daft woman who lives at the other end of my road. She let her little fat Jack Russell dog out in to her garden to 'do its business' at bedtime and the dog dug its way out of her garden and ran off on to the Moor. Like an idiot she followed it, got lost and spent the whole night on the Moor wandering around falling in bogs and pools - apprently she was in a right state when they found her. The silliest thing is that the blummin dog came back on his own and spent the entire night whining loudly in the garden - which was why her neighbours checked up on her then raised the alarm in the early hours of Sunday morning. I miss all the fun!
