Too windy for any decent photography this weekend, but I did grab this shot of a clearly exploded whimbrel.
I didn’t spot the photobombing kingfisher until later, and then I wasted literally millions and millions of pixels trying to get a shot of him and his mate.
Then I went home and had a beer.
I know not to count chickens. And I know that if there is ever drama to be had in football, then the playoff semi-finals is the place where it happens. It’s ten years to the day since that incredible Leicester v Watford game that everyone remembers so I don’t have to link to it here.
I know it ain’t over until the fat lady sings…
But she’s got to be warming up, right?
Four-nil! Four!
Lol.
And this just one day after our promotion parade. Delicious!
My city is very much Red and White. Mind the gap!
Down at the cottage. Beautiful light on the way down here, but it was all about getting here and getting the braai lit.
Someone wanted a lamb chop.
Gazing wistfully into the braai doesn’t mean you’re getting what’s on the grid. But it’s always worth a try.
An open top bus parade for the promoted Blades from Beautiful Downtown Bramall Lane to a civic reception at the Town Hall this evening.
Here’s the plan:
Where else would you see:
“1950 Final rendition of Greasy Chip Butty on stage to finish”
Love it. What an evening. What a party. What a season.
What a team.
SAVE TIME on telling people which specific bits of you are hurting after playing football by hurting all over, and thus simply using the word “everything”.
I really enjoyed our win on Tuesday evening, and I ran around all over the place doing my best headless chicken impersonation. (3.2km, max HR 179, avg HR 149, max speed 19.7kph). But I am paying for it a little now.
It’s no big deal. The fact that it’s taken 36 hours to manifest just shows that I need a bit more fitness before I can start to recover more quickly. And that’s always on the way, so I’m not concerned. But a bit of a rest day seems like a good idea today. It wasn’t like I felt like running in the rain anyway.
Back to it tomorrow though, with the plan to not feel quite as broken this time next week.
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