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My family Relay for Life Run 25/26th July 2009

 

My "Snail Pace" team hat

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Setting up camp

 

the cancer survivors start the run

 

 

the supporters join in

 

 

Sam our team leader

 

Matt stepping out

 

 

Simon and Emily in the tu-tu circuit

 

 

The egg and spoon circuit

 

 

 

Cathy leading Sam and other team members

 

Running to pass the baton

 

 

Ilaine and Ren (Juliet)

 

Simon and Matt taking a break

 

our neighbours fancy dress circuit 

 

  Sam being carried by Matt  and Peter....

..and nearly dropped in the no feet on floor circuit 

Ilaine giving instructions in the obstacle course

 

now we got the idea

 

Lastlift of the obstacle race won by three seconds!

 

Candle lantern lit in celebration .... 

 

... then laid out round the circuit

 

 

 

 

Sunday 19th July 2009

Next Saturday - the 25th - I’m to be in a team race with a couple of daughters and three grandchildren plus other family members. We’re called “Snail Pace” team.  We’re all running in the 24 hour “Relay for Life” event near Manchester to support the work of Cancer Research UK.   We’re doing this to celebrate our Ilaine, who bravely fought and survived cancer last year, and also Shirley (Juliet’s mum-in-law) who unfortunately wasn't so lucky. In both cases the attention and care each received was superb and it has certainly brought home to our family how devastating the disease can be and how important Cancer research is to the future well being of our society.

 

 

 

Gardening now occupies a greater slice of my life

more than ever before

 

My first garden was a tiny plot at the top of my childhood garden in Brancaster Lane, Purley, Surrey where I began my life in 1935.  It really was a rather rotten bit of land under trees, me to one side of the path and my brother to the other.  Nothing seemed to want to grown and eventually my brother, Keith turned it into a play area and created a seesaw out of a plank and an old oil can - far more fun than gardening at the age of six.

 

The next attempt at gardening came when Harley and I got married in 1956 and moved into our newly built estate house - 1 Donne Close, Three Bridges in Sussex. We began by building a wall of broken bricks which we 'acquired' and Harley built a trellis to divide the lawn and flower area from the vegetable garden.  We bought turf for the garden and the parents gave us an apple tree and we were off!  This top area quickly looked attractive with plants from various relative's gardens.  Previously, when the housing estate was cleared the contractors, they unfortunately cleared the top soil away and left us with a clay sub-soil which baked hard as concrete in the sun. 

 

I was glad the flowers seemed to survive because most of the vegetables were a dismal failure except from my first and only peapod which was two inches off the ground and contained exactly one pea.  The saving grace was a row of six silver birch trees planted to provide a little privacy from the row of houses backing on to us.  These trees were also 'acquired' in a rather dubious manner.  When we visited the house some forty years later we saw that the birches, wall, trellis and apple tree had survived - we were amazed! 

 

In 1957 our first daughter, Rosalind, was born and saved me making any further attempts at vegetables as we had decided to move to Rotherfield in Sussex and grow mushrooms.