Opposite my flat there is a high tower block full of charming people who only come out to scream obscenities to each other in the wee small hours. Traffic speeds along the road and the police seem to be on some people's speed dial around here; and when they come they certainly come en mass.
|St Alban's Abbey|
The park has kept me running, I have some personal space to think through the day and I can say hello to as many dog walkers and fellow runners as I choose. I can also monitor how well I am doing, it is a good day if I get to the bus stop by 35 minutes.
However, there is one thing I am struggling with - the air. I developed hayfever quite randomly a few years ago and dose myself up with Piriteze every summer and yet when running I still struggle to breathe. On the flat of the hill I almost try not to as the fumes come right out of the car exhausts and into my lungs.
|The old airfield in Whitchurch.|
One last note on clean air - and this is for the tourists - when you come to London and go on the tube, blow your nose afterwards and keep blowing into the next day. You'll see what I mean. We call it 'tube nose'.