My wonderful son Ethan, took part in the gruelling Ten Tors event this weekend, trekking across Dartmoor for miles and miles, hours and hours (and hours) boggy terrain, rough underfoot and steep hills.
Sadly Ethan (and LOTS of others) had to leave the Tors event after the first day, to quote his team manager "his feet fell apart". After a debrief we think he was actually suffering from a combination of heat stroke and exhaustion too. Slurred words, unable to put one foot in front of the other and the evidence of a lot of sun exposure on the back of his neck seem to now point to that as well as the terribly blistered feet.
I am SO SO unbelievably proud how of how far he did get, the wonderful team he was chosen to be a part of - there were no casual entries but months of hard training and you had to be selected. I know he's feeling a bit glum about 'dropping' out but I think it shows great courage and maturity to know when enough is enough and admit you ought to stop.
He says he knew he was slowing his team down, they were all struggling to various degrees and if he'd have continued the pace of the team as a whole would have meant they may not have finished in time and therefore be disqualified.
Isn't my boy just AWESOME ? !!
(that's him 3rd from the front)
and Cake -and dressing up to look daft cos your 2 year old wants you to be in a band ;-)
My partner Paul turned 46 on Sunday! - I said to him in the small hours 'ooh I've never slept with an old man before'
I'd attempted to make a swanky cake with my new bundt tin that turned out to be a deformed, charred disaster.. so enlisted good old Nanny Jean to make her famous chocolate creation.
This is utterly and definitely THE best chocolate cake ever in the creation of cake creations. (Sorry, seem to have been possessed by the voice of Lola there for a minute)
Adieu Imaginary Readers ! x