"That's proper champion, that, lass.”

We’re up early and at the registration point just before 8.00am.  The weather forecast seems undecided - a bit like Anniemay:  “Shall I wear arm warmers and take them off or shall I wear long sleeves…?”  That sort of thing. She has the same problem with her legs. (Clothing, I mean).  What ever I suggest will turn out to be wrong.

Her start time is not until 9.00 and as there's no point in me hanging around in the cold, I head back to bed.  Not very gallant I know.

I’ve barely settled down to read the paper when I get a message to say she’s back; 2h 40’ including a stop.  That’s a pretty good time for 50km.  Champion in fact.