Line-painting

As the parkrun volunteers gathered to huddle in the bike shed and a man painted white lines on the grass, the wind blew cold and strong.

After the briefing, everyone taking part in Littleport parkrun #178 set off – this included me and the usual funnel manager (we were entrusting the funnel to others) because we were tail-walking. After a while, the wind blew in some bitter rain from yonder; we didn’t like it, and it didn’t take long before lovely Luna, who was walking with us, was a soggy doggy.

Towards the end, after lovely Luna’s dad had collected her, the wind blew the clouds away and died down a bit. The sun warmed us from a sea of blue sky. It was beautiful.

The finish funnel will once again feature the dream team next week.