Bounced down the river this morning in complete Fotherington-Thomas style: 'Hello clouds, hello sky'!

Here in God's blessed country the sun is shining, the sky is rippled with jet stream, the grass is pushing itself up - all is glorious!

Running shorts weather for the first time in months. Well kind of - the mists were still rising over the fields and when I ran through the woods I could feel the earth's warmth all ready for new life - either than or there's a hulking great sewer pipe down there! It was chilly round the thighs though, but 100pmh better than a couple of weeks ago.

This morning's run was hampered mildly by the four pints of guinness I sank last night - strange stitch affair going on - but I had great fun running home.

Truth be told I'm a bit knackered by mile three to four just now so I walk bits and run bits and generally have a laugh on the way home. So I'm past West Didsbury and Born Slippy appears on the ipod and I'm off, laughing to myself as I plough along as fast as I can humming 'lager, lager' to myself. It's like I'm running properly and everything and of course that makes me laugh out loud and then, as I look up, this golfer is walking along the boundary path above me, laughing at my frollocking about in the mud and I wasn't in the slightest bit bothered.

I was having all the fun, flying along.

Hurray for Spring - come on!