On a family walk around Delamere, we kept spotting red paper ribbons tied to the trees. I saw them again alongside the canal at Waverton and a sign for GB trails. Unimaginably to my recovering lungs, they were all part of the same race route: the Chester Ultra 100 mile.
We inadvertently watched a rowing race on the Dee, but none of the coxes could compete with the riverside's loudest caller.
In the past I've enjoyed indulging in birthday 'bath tub tourism'. Little did I know it's traditional for the time of year.
Who knows what messages the jay may have for me.
How can you tell it's January? I'm putting together another iteration of my website.