The Animals Came in Two by Two: Moon Jogging

Moon Jogging - no, that doesn't mean jostling the heavenly bodies for position. My friend Heather got involved and I thought it looked like a good idea. A whole bunch of people from all over the world have signed up and pledged to walk 1000 miles in a year. The idea being that when all those miles are added together, they will be the distance to the moon. So far, I'm off to a flying start, with just over 23 miles logged this week. To achive the 1000 miles, I need to average 20 miles/week or 3 miles/day give or take. I can see it being very hard to achieve, as it wouldn't take many missed days before you realise you have to walk 38 miles/day for the next month to get back on target.

Lake Lugg

Will I manage it? I don't know, but there are a lot of motivational people on the site posting pictures of their 12 mile runs and whatever to make me feel like getting out there (or possibly that I've bitten off more than I can chew, depending on my mood). I do feel a lot better for having done some exercise this week though.

King Rat

Dick Whittington

We went to the panto, as every year, on NYE. It was Dick Whittington, or Puss in Boots, and it was, once again, most enjoyable. The dame was a new actor, who was particularly camp. At first I didn't know what to make of him, then he grew on me and his muddled rendition of the 12 days of Christmas was absolutely hilarious.

Alice

Puss

The Dame

Afterwards we went for a meal, driving past the floods of the River Lugg - we renamed it Lake Lugg. I took some photos the next day when I went out to interview the Wolf Paw Tipi Villagers for Pagan Radio. The River Severn has also burst its banks and looked spectacular in Worcester.

Lake Lugg

Severn Flood

Donny and Mel had their 13th birthday this week. I can't believe they are getting so old. Before I know it they will be off at university doing their own thing and I won't know where the time has gone.