A fantastic sunny autumn morning greeted the 9 of us opting for a short run.
We meandered out through Comberbach and out towards Tatton, followed by pleasant lanes through Ashley, a short detour under the airport and then an extra loop back around to Ashley, before cutting across to skirt Hale and then to the Lavendar Tea Barns. It was busy there, but we managed to muscle our way to a table in the indoor children’s section. We then queued for food and ordered. Suspicions arose as Al looked at the cake. I think we were a little worried that previous form might be upon him today.
We came away with our numbers and sat down to rest. Terry looked to have been first in the queue as he gratefully received his tea, and in the process gaining top spot in the ‘prettiest teapot’ competition. Unfortunately, he also gained top spot in the ‘I’m going to attract all of the pre-hibernation lazy wasps’ competition.
Very civilized.
Meanwhile, Elaine hoped that Jules might be good enough to come back and buy her the nearest thing to a Credit Lyonnais cuddly lion.
Elaine pratices her TDF podium celebration.
Things then started to take a more sinister turn. We were all a little worried that Alan might slip ‘of the wagon’ back into his cake eating ways. How right we were.
One of the ladies waiting on at the barn came through and said’ who’s no. 97?’ Elaine sheepishly put her hand up to be told the crushing news that they had run out of Victoria Sponge. There could be only one culprit. When asked, Al suggested that it was the person in front of him in the queue who had the last piece. There was no sign of such a suspect. A likely story…
It then got from bad to worse. Al went mental. The face of evil descended upon him as he tucked into not one, but two carrot cakes (non-Photoshop-edited images below).
"no one can stop me now...." cackled the Runs Captain... as he devoured the confections before him...
Soon, there was not a baked cake to be had in Cheshire, as the peloton leader demolished many cakes and pots of tea, to the detrement of al others.
"They'll never stop me. I'll consume every sugary sponge around...!" grinned our leader as sat satisifed over his demolished feast.
Unrepetent, we all chose to try and eat our food quickly, and most were happy. Phil didn’t say a word, as he was too busy eating his jacket spud.
A happy bunch, despite what had just transpired...
We were well enough fuelled to again meander through lanes back to Lymm, where due to utter disgust that someone displaying such gluttony could lead us on such an excellent run, I peeled off and headed for home. Another excellent road run. 🙂