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The dizziness seems to have gone away (just as my blood pressure monitor arrives) and I risked a 6km run today to put that to the test. Despite two or three weeks without a significant run I found the going fairly easy, didn't get woozy and came home in 40minutes and 15 seconds. It's a couple of months to the half marathon now, so hopefully I can have a clear injury free and illness free period and then smash the world record for one testicled 54-year-old men who can't create mental images.
We went for a dog walk in the woods after lunch. The woods had got a bit packed during lockdown - it had been hard to park and there were so many people with dog around that it wasn't a relaxing stroll. But those fairweather badvirus walkers were no longer there now restrictions have lifted and things have returned to normal. There were a couple of kids climbing on OUR climbing tree, who attempted to ward off my kids with sticks, but in the end we shared the tree (which was nice of us, because it is OURS). The kids enjoyed gathering kindling for our fireplace and checking out the dens that have been built by unknown hands using branches leaned against trees. A clue to the mysterious people who construct these primitive dwellings was found in one den where Ernie discovered what he thought were soda cans, but which were actually empty lager receptacles. Perhaps teenagers are involved. Or maybe must middle-aged men who want to get away from their families and drink alcohol in peace.
We had got into the small car park for the first time since 2019 and I noticed a home made sign, placed almost inside a hedge so it was quite hard to spot. It was a warning from some anonymous vigilante warning people not to drop litter in the car park, saying they would be watching and that if they found the people who were littering they would shame them on local Facebook groups. It then quoted the IRA saying, that the rubbish droppers had been lucky so far, but the author only had to be lucky once.
I loved the hardly even passive, passive aggression of it, plus the possibly deluded notion that bad people were deliberately coming to this spot with the intent of secretly dumping rubbish. That's not impossible, but I think it's as likely that the (admittedly shitty) rubbish strewers are not the same people every time. I have never noticed rubbish here, but the vigilante did (I think) say they would continue to tidy up. They were bold, but then chose to display their anger from inside a hedge that as behind where the actual parking was and so quite unlikely to be spotted.
Also technically the sign was rubbish too.
Anyway, I am on the side of the shy/bold IRA quoting vigilante (even though I suspect it might be the same person who destroyed my cairns). Though I am not convinced that being shamed in the village Facebook group is quite as powerful an incentive to be good as they suspect.
