The Great North

Morning of the great north run, had breakfast and walked to the start. As I was sitting alone on the bank, I listened to some of the stories from runners that was blasting over the radio, One of the stories brought a tear to my eyes, a young runner came over and asked if I was ok as I looked very upset, that bloody mask we all use instantly appeared and the pleasantries of manors said "I'm fine, no nothing wrong", everything not fine, the world Is out of kilter and our babies with wings are not at our side. The day before, Ed rain the junior great north, this year we didn't look for sponsors as last year he felt the pressure of running in George's name,