Like grandfather....

As so often happens in running many unusual challenges are fermented over a pint in a pub.  It was just so during a visit to the family in Brighton (well Hove, actually) when three males and two women were having an early evening drink.

The ladies had some shopping to do so the youngest of the males suggested the three of us race back home and leave the shoppers to the shopping.  The distance wasn't far  -- about half a mile all on grass -- and without any ceremony the race began.  At this point I should explain that the challenger was my five-year-old grandson who was confident in taking on myself and his father, obviously hyped up by the caffeine in his coke.  

He had us working hard all the way and even fell down and got up again, continually trying to change the finish line to suit his own advantage.

Not only does he show promise but is ultra competitive. And no, I didn't let him win!