Be The Jam

For some reason I don't seem to be able to write today, hence the following is a bit turgid. I'll try again once I have had more tea. 

Stock cubes are not only nutritious and delicious but they are also very small and light so they are handy things to have. There has been many an occasion when a quick cup of hot stock has brought me back to the land of the living, and a stock cube added to lentils makes a quick and easy meal, I guess this is fairly common knowledge. I guess what is less well known is that loose stock cubes in the top pocket of a rucksack end up  disintegrating and covering everything in a layer of stock. I didn't know this. In fact I didn't have a clue this had happened until this morning when, feeling very bleary, I brushed my teeth, OXO flavoured Colgate is not necessarily the best way to start the day.

I have been in the Peak District again, supposedly I have been working on my fitness by running up and down hills with my rucksack on, mostly though I have been sitting around not doing very much. This getting fit again is going to take a while I can tell.

Once again I found myself hitch hiking back from the Peak District yesterday, it was the perfect day for it, the sky was blue, my face went red. It took three and a quarter hours to actually get to the motorway but once there the second car to pass stopped and moments later I was heading south at a steady hundred in an diesel Audi Quattro with a retired used car dealer called Mike. Mike shared his not inconsiderable wisdom on such matters as, avoiding speeding tickets, women, marriage, the police, global warming, motor-bikes, the need to retire as soon as possible and that the only way to make it in the world is by taking risks. Mike was also very funny, best yet he was going past Oxford on his way home. I missed the turning I needed to get out and had to continue on past Oxford to the next junction, Mike disappeared in a cloud of black smoke crossed the road and got picked up by the first car coming the other way! This time it was two starry eyed girls on their way back from the Isle of White Festival, before I knew it I was back in Oxford. An hour and forty five minutes since I had got to the motorway, five hours since I had left Ashbourne, it might not be the most reliable way of travelling but I had caught the sun and met a load of interesting people.