This morning - our last one in England - I'm rinsed. England I must admit has got the better of us, with darkening skies and dropping temperatures making us feel like we've aged 5 years in 5 weeks. The body's a' creakin'.
Bart is our physio. He was brought across to preserve and even improve our physical shape. The irony in all of this being that HE'S WRECKED ME! A couple of nights ago I pressed him for a few exercises, to at least postpone for a brief moment the constant bloating of my body into that of a middle aged man. So he gave me a rigorous regime of unnatural poses and the like - and since I woke up the next day I've hardly been able to move. Hitting the ball 150 yards and / or in remotely the right direction was an order too tall for me yesterday at Ganton. i only hope that this morning's foray to Bingley St Ives is less disgraceful.
With only a few days to go until our Dubai hop, we're rather exhausted. But, honestly, having a ball. Last night we had the pleasure of staying with the Tennant family, the middle son of which played cricket with Goldy in Wellington last year. What great people. And lovely to stay out on a farm after the urban madness that's been plaguing us. The air's therapeutic out here...
Now hopping in the car to drive 2 hours back west to Bingley. Then it's a mission over the border to the Land Of My Mother - Selkirk. Little brother Conor has come back to the homeland to play rugby, so I'm looking forward to hearing how his first 3 months have gone. And to seeing old family friends that he's spending a lot of time with. Likely to be a long day, but a good one. Might even catch up on a few course reviews along the way...
Have a good one y'all!
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