We arrive at two thirds distance in the epic that is Juneathon and yet another early start saw me do a six mile run which took me round the Boston Stump or St. Botolph’s Church as it is properly named. It always makes me smile that my sister thought that Hitler had bombed the spire off – for a long while she refused to believe that it never had one!
Feasted heartily on beans-on-toast tonight (my life really is that rock ‘n’ roll!) and whilst on facebook I realized that I had completely forgotten my nephews birthday – bugger!
Juneathon total now 210k.