“There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humour.”
― Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
Mevagissey, in the heart of R.A.T. territory. An easy drive down, captain chatty – our Martin – for company. Nicky (for the uninitiated, Nicky is my wonderful, amazing lady wife) leading the charge to the portaloos as we ordered and devoured our pre-match coffees.
The Scrooge, a firm fixture on the local running calendar, popular as ever (well over 400 finishers) – 7.5ish miles of mud, water, hills and enough fun and hilarity to last the week.
Another blog regular, Jamie, was loitering with intent at the start and was encouraged into some well fitting festive wear.
“Oh look, a Santa….” “Oh look, a snowman….” etc etc. But elves were, for sure, held a majority today. Plenty of “I’ve been on an elf and safety course….”, “did you have an elfy breakfast?” etc etc
A boisterously chanted “10, 9, 8….” “MERRY CHRISTMAS” and we were off.
On the steady climb up the back lanes to The Lost Gardens Of Heligan, Jamie ably bouncing off to trouble the scorers nearer the front, leaving the three of us warming up nicely…..
Into the ponds. Shut the back door! That first one was cold. Oh, and yes, DEEP (especially for Nicky!)
Then (oh and forgive my reassuringly non-chronological powers of recall) it was up a hill, through some mud, along a stream, up a hill, through some mud, jumping off a pontoon into some water…..
Oh, and then UP UP UP DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN UP UP UP DOWN DOWN DOWN…..
Then some really quite sensible, undulating trails, then through the entrance area to the gardens themselves (to the delight of the bemused visitors!).
Then back to the ponds. Still deep. Still freezing.
The last mile is a charge to the finish.
And at the finish, the rather splendid boys and girls had laid on mince pies and cider.
Oh, and some fine catering, a disco/barn dance and relentless laughter.
Oh, and the results and FREE photographs were pretty much ours by the time we drove home. For the record we smashed last year’s time and over half the field were still out there having a hoot by the time we finished….
What’s not to like????
NOTHING! Roll on next year.
Packing Our Trunks 