Chris Cutforth's Blog

Frost, family and football An early start this weekend for my journey to Huddersfield, the furthest destination so far on my parkrun tour. I caught the 5.42 bus to the train station to be met by a strong contender for the friendliest bus driver of the year award - is there such a thing I wonder? If not, there should be as in my experience most of them are fairly miserable. Not only did he give me a warm smile as I got on the bus, he thanked me as I got off which in my experience is unheard of (I thought that was my job) - and all before 6am on a Saturday morning - that man deserves a medal, preferably a gold one. After a quick snooze on the train I awoke just north of Barnsley to be greeted by a beautiful sunrise which lifted my spirits even further - at that precise moment it felt good to be alive. My main reason for travelling to Huddersfield was to see my brother who is over from the States visiting family. We had agreed to meet in Greenhead Park and do the parkrun

Rugby, family and values Back after a week away - did you miss me..?!    Family commitments took priority last week with my 94 year old dad visiting for the weekend.  On my drive to  Huddersfield to pick him up I drove past Greenhead Park on the outskirts of the town, the home of the Huddersfield parkrun - judging by the number of people it seemed like quite a big event to me. I will be doing that one with my brother next weekend. My alternative to   parkrun last week was an afternoon with my dad watching 3 fantastic games of international rugby on the tellie. First it was the rugby league world cup semi final between England and Samoa (boy what a game!), followed by Scotland v Australia and Wales v New Zealand playing the other code.  For me watching international rugby is as close to heaven as I'll probably ever get! I sometimes wish I could have been a better player - sadly I was never strong or aggressive enough to go much further than playing for the school team