Firsts at the Last

Another Sunday, another track and field meeting, but the last of the season for us, and finally a warm day enabling the time between events to be spent sat grazing our picnic comfortably rather than shiveringly (the only downside being some pink ankles and shins on my legs poking out from shorts for the first time this summer into a sunshine that evidently was not as hazy as it seemed); two other firsts were my wife’s debut as an official, measuring shot puts, and me taking videos of the boy on the Hudl as evidence for his next year’s PE A-level course.