Sunday is funday! Or at least it should be. Why not?
Drove over to the great outdoors of Egton Bridge at 11am to register for the walk for vocations prior to the mass for Blessed Nicholas Postgate. Watching the menacing cloud lurking over Whitby was a bit of a worry, but we need not have worried anyway, for the ground was still soaking from the previous few days rain. Once we got over the first quarter of a mile of what seemed like a 90 degree hill, and realised we could still function (only just), the walk was enjoyable! 5 miles later, after nearly losing a shoe in some boggy marsh, and having to overcome a deadly grass snake (which turned out to be a multicoloured twig which I had kicked with my trailing foot), we made it to church. Happy to have seats reserved in the packed church, we enjoyed the Mass and then decided to try out a local for tea. Knee deep in dried mud we wondered which pub would let us in but in the end it didn't matter, nowhere was serving food at this time, and so we ended up in a pub in Boro - which was nice by the way. Anyway, I digress! All of this walking and outdoor activity had me thinking about a word for today, and the word I came up with is pandiculation.
So I suspect there will be a bit of pandiculation tomorrow in the Woodgate house, in fact, it's kicking in as I type!
Sunday has indeed been a funday and I hope it's as good next week. It has given me a bit more rubbish to write about and lengthen the blog, just for you Paul!
Oh and Italy got thrashed.
Go out now and spread the word pandiculation.