Day 241. Just running.

When you're a kid you just run. And skip. And jump. Hop. Dance. Move with no purpose other than the mood taking you. The last time I did this was early July. We were at Thetford Forest to see Paul Weller. It was getting dark and we were making our way back from the stage when Bea and I just started running; then flying on the ground, just like this. For a split second I felt foolish, mainly because I hadn't been drinking I think, but then the moment passed and it felt... liberating.

Why do we stop this? Why do we stop running like we did as children? Arms outspread, shouting gleefully. Well obviously in the gym this wouldn't be ideal. The treadmills would have to be much further apart for a start. On the road would be ok but only if you run on country lanes. City streets not so good. You could quite easily take someone's eye out or more likely be knocked down as you zigzagged from pavement to road and back again.

Reunited with her best friend today, they did what all children do. They ran. Just because. I'm going to try it again very soon.

After dark.

Day 193. Better stop dreaming of the quiet life...

... cos it's the one we'll never know.

On a warm summer's evening we unfolded our camping chairs, unpacked our picnic and waited for the genius that is Paul Weller to hit the stage at Thetford Forest. Happy to set out our stall at the back of the seating area, we couldn't resist heading up towards the stage to get a closer look at the man himself. "He's old" said Bea, happy to be in the thick of it all the same.

As day turned to night, green lights illuminated the trees and a special evening became even more spectacular. Two encores, 'A Town Called Malice' for the finale and back home within 40 minutes; what a terrific way to start the weekend.

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life. Let's be honest, it's not one we'd want to know anyway.