At home with the Taffs

There is a rhyme, proudly recounted to me by a Welshman.
Taffy was a Welshman
Taffy was a thief
Taffy went to England
And stole all their beef

Beaujolais has arrived in the land of the Taffs. As expected the conversation hot in the public houses is how they, the Welsh, were robbed of the Rugby World Cup by the referee for that tackle. As far as Beaujolais is concerned the referee got it right. However he will be keeping that opinion to himself as he is not one to cause a diplomatic incident. Note to self, purchase a French rugby jersey for Christmas Day.

Arrived in Wales with two kayaks. 1 boat which has been converted into a roof box, and the second, the Macros K1. The next week or so is Beaujolais’s version of a sweat and sawdust training camp. What the inlaws will make of this is yet to be seen. But with the Devizes Westminster, like any other mission of this nature, a certain degree of collateral damage is to be expected.

Hoping to meet up with Mr Murr for a formal k2 outing. I think, that over the last year, there have been more sightings of the Flying Dutchman, than there has been outings of the Yeomans/ Murr DW 2012 K2 entry. So this will be a positive. The Rear of the boat asserted me he has been training hard and is almost at size zero.

Anyway off to do some training now… Just about to empty a bag of sawdust onto the lounge floor and try and complete 10 sets of 2x pressups. Might need a hose as well.

Vive La France

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