For my birthday last year, Rachel surprised me with a voucher for a night at the Two Bridges Hotel on Dartmoor. Like many vouchers, it ended up forgotten, buried in the back of a cupboard. As my birthday approached this year, we rediscovered the voucher, only to find out it was expiring within a week.
‘What about this Friday?’ suggested Rachel.
‘Sounds good to me,’ I said.
So last Friday, Rachel and I dropped Layla, Leo and Kitty at school, and set off for the Two Bridges Hotel.
We initially planned for a leisurely day with a short walk and a pub lunch, but the conversation took a predictable turn when Rachel suggested running a marathon instead.
‘Really? It was only two weeks ago since we did our last one. And it’s only May 2nd.’
‘I know, that means you get the rest of the month to relax.’
‘Fine,’ I sighed.
I am not going to bore you with tales of all my monthly marathons, but this particular one deserves a writeup.