Cross Country

We always seem to miss any advertisement for this big international cross-country event, but also always seem to come across it, also always in the losing rain or snow or both. 

There was a touch of snow on Arthur's seat, but it was simply miserable at this level.  We were on our way for lunch.  I stayed for a lap and a half of the women's but Mo Farah isn't famous enough to come between me and a Croque Monsieur. 

Also, swimming has started again.  Mayhem.  

Your woman Avery won in the end.