Day 163 Mile 163: Pooh Sticks and Trolls before Toad in the Hole

Day 163 Mile 163: Pooh Sticks and Trolls before Toad in the Hole. Today’s run takes place on the way home from work before dinner. Having been very busy yesterday there was no opportunity for a sit down Sunday meal (other than the fantastic nibbles of barbecue and tortillas at a friend’s house), so the run for this evening is very much tucked in before reaching home and the effects of a suitably soporific portion of Toad in the Hole take over!
A friend of mine recently inquired about bridges around here around here which may be suitable for playing Pooh Sticks and the bridge which marks the start and end point of today’s run came to mind. For those unaware as to what on earth Pooh Sticks is, here is the passage from the original text of Winnie the Pooh.

He had just come to the bridge; and not looking where he was going, he tripped over something, and the fir-cone jerked out of his paw into the river.

“Bother,” said Pooh, as it floated slowly under the bridge, and he went back to get another fir-cone which had a rhyme to it. But then he thought that he would just look at the river instead, because it was a peaceful sort of day, so he lay down and looked at it, and it slipped slowly away beneath him… and suddenly, there was his fir-cone slipping away too.

“That’s funny,” said Pooh. “I dropped it on the other side,” said Pooh, “and it came out on this side! I wonder if it would do it again?” And he went back for some more fir-cones.

It did. It kept on doing it. Then he dropped two in at once, and leant over the bridge to see which of them would come out first; and one of them did; but as they were both the same size, he didn’t know if it was the one which he wanted to win, or the other one. So the next time he dropped one big one and one little one, and the big one came out first, which was what he had said it would do, and the little one came out last, which was what he had said it would do, so he had won twice… and when he went home for tea, he had won thirty-six and lost twenty-eight, which meant that he was- that he had-well, you take twenty-eight from thirty-six, and that’s what he was. Instead of the other way round.

And that was the beginning of the game called Poohsticks, which Pooh invented, and which he and his friends used to play on the edge of the Forest. But they played with sticks instead of fir-cones, because they were easier to mark.

It also just so happens that my daughter and I once pretended that a troll lived under the bridge, which given the rural and mountainous nature of its surroundings feels highly probable.

All in all it made for a great little post-work/pre-supper jaunt with some happy thoughts and memories thrown in too. Its a shame the river is too low at the moment but that’s summer I suppose. The fact that it facilitates a title which may well cause massive confusion for overseas readers sort of adds to the fun 🙂

I’m running a mile each day everyday for 2017. If you feel you can sponsor me please do, as all the money raised will go to the Cleft Lip & Palate Association (CLAPA) who provide services all across the UK to support people affected by it.

Distance: 1609.9 meters recorded

(1 mile = 1609.34 m.)

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