(Me: 45/174; Cathy: 48/253) The other half of Team Bishop was away for a girls-only weekend in North Wales with old long-standing friends from school daze. This was a perfect opportunity therefore to catch up on the four remaining tourist venues from Cathy's, 48 strong, tourist list that I have yet to visit. Lydiard being... Continue Reading →

(Me: 43/172; Cathy 47/252) Eve of shame [Spoiler alert: Nothing actually shameful took place on parkrun eve, at least not where we were seated in a certain hotel restaurant. Having written that though, I am beginning to have some pangs of conscience about what we witnessed that evening in an otherwise respectable establishment. I'll let... Continue Reading →