We have been away, enjoying a long weekend on Islay. The Islay half marathon is one of Tom’s favourite races (mine too, for that matter) — not only does it take place in a wonderful location, but the local support is tremendous — every year the folk of Bowmore put on a marvelous post-race spread for the runners (whisky included), and the race sponsors, Ardbeg, offer a dizzying number and variety of prizes. Ardbeg also happens to be one of Tom’s favourite tipples — the prize of a bonus dram or two is not to be sniffed at, and he was taking this race quite seriously.
The runners assembled at the start line:
And set off, up the hill and out of Bowmore.
It was a warm day, and I was particularly impressed with the efforts of the chap in the giant pink costume, who was running in support of a Parkinson’s charity.
Bruce and I went for a walk . . .
. . . and timed things to return to the finish line before Tom came in. . .
. . . in a very creditable sixth place!
The pink-costumed chap rolled in, still in good spirits, a bit later.
Being sixth, Tom just made the prizes – the first time he’s done so. There was much whooping and cheering from me later on in the village hall.
He was pleased too . . .
. . . and a few drams went down later in celebration, as you might imagine.
Well done, Tom – Slainte!