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Where the heck is Rutland? I hear you ask. Well, according to some, it is the smallest county in England, it holds the largest manmade lake (so basically half of it is a lake) and it is home to the Nurdling World Championships (Nurdling = throwing pennies in a hole), the winners are crowned the ‘best tosser’, no joke.
Based on these facts alone, this was shaping up to be a very exciting run.
Where the heck is Rutland? I hear you ask. Well, according to some, it is the smallest county in England, it holds the largest manmade lake (so basically half of it is a lake) and it is home to the Nurdling World Championships (Nurdling = throwing pennies in a hole), the winners are crowned the ‘best tosser’, no joke.
Based on these facts alone, this was shaping up to be a very exciting run.
After our high point of charging up Brown Willy (tee hee) on New Years day, we thought we’d keep the momentum going with another county hill. One that I ashamedly had not completed yet, despite planning the route when I first began this challenge: Suffolk.
So two weeks into the New Year we made the short drive from Cambridge to the little village of Hawkedon. We knew from the outset that this probably wasn’t going to be the most exciting run, but we literally had nothing better to do on this crisp Sunday morning in January.
After our high point of charging up Brown Willy (tee hee) on New Years day, we thought we’d keep the momentum going with another county hill. One that I ashamedly had not completed yet, despite planning the route when I first began this challenge: Suffolk.
So two weeks into the New Year we made the short drive from Cambridge to the little village of Hawkedon. We knew from the outset that this probably wasn’t going to be the most exciting run, but we literally had nothing better to do on this crisp Sunday morning in January.
[Insert standard excuses about writing a blog post months after the run]
Julie and I have a very similar sense of humor, so I’m somewhat ashamed that I hadn’t noticed the county hill that would obviously be the most fun. Brown. Willy. tee hee hee. This hill, by far, was the most hotly anticipated for us. I think Julie spotted the name sometime in the summer. A very quick Google of Brown Willy (with the parental filters on), turned up a dream come true - the Brown Willy News Year day run!