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

My "Snail Pace" team hat
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Setting up camp
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the cancer survivors start the run
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the supporters join in
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Sam our team leader |
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Matt stepping out
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Simon and Emily in the tu-tu circuit
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The egg and spoon circuit
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Cathy leading Sam and other team members
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Running to pass the baton
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Ilaine and Ren (Juliet)
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Simon and Matt taking a break
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our neighbours fancy dress circuit
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Sam being carried by Matt and Peter....
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..and nearly dropped in the no feet on floor circuit
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Ilaine giving instructions in the obstacle course
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now we got the idea
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Lastlift of the obstacle race won by three seconds!
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Candle lantern lit in celebration ....
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... then laid out round the circuit
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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
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
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.