English weather being what it is, the girls’ sports day had to be postponed by a week because of a sodden field. Fortunately messers Duckworth and Lewis were not called upon, the day was left to unfold as it would. As it was, we had a narrow escape with touch and go conditions for most of the day.
Recollection of my childhood sports days had more to do with trying to dodge the cross-country draft, and other endurance nasties… a 400m sprint is still the stuff of nightmares. Amber and Saz’s day was a varied one, with competitive activities ranging from skipping (how many jumps can you complete in a minute), shooting for goal in mini-soccer, tossing bean-bags into hoops etc, before anything track took place. Still, there was a lot of fun to be had, and it was.
No photography of the off-track activities was allowed, ditto for the first event of every track race. Apparently there are people who have too much to fear in life. Nothing a year in ZA wouldn’t cure.
Here we are, the old, the young and the neither, waiting for the days events to begin.
Saz the speed queen… the races were mixed, with boys and girls competing in the same events, not the levelest of competitions, but still…
Squeeze came in with some good placements
Amber, not as nimble as her sister still scored for her house, but the boys in this group were astonishingly quick.
What follows is the customary inclusion of the “impossible races”. The best strategy is to hold the hoop on your head / ball in the spoon and belt it down the track – our kids are just too honest for podium places.
Well done kiddies!
The moms and dads did a tug-o-war each, it was good fun, can’t remember the last time I strained so!
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