Just Harried

The Bomber has decided he wants to do athletics rather than cricket this summer, so we went along to the Herne Hill Harriers junior session at Tooting Bec Athletic track last night. I am always astounded at the facilities one can find with a bit of digging.

He did terrifically well as ever, so we shall just see how things turn out. It has got to be good to drill the motor skills of all sorts of sports when you are young.

For me it will always be Fern Hill Harriers:

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.