Davos.

So then, Davos. It was good fun.

After we arrived on Friday Catriona did a race of 500 meters; her very first race. She did well and came in ahead of ten boys, which she was really chuffed with. After Lorna had all the details regarding her 31km run on the Saturday morning we headed to the hotel. The hotel was a Kinderhotel and was designed specifically for families with children. The whole fourth floor was a big play area. So Catriona played in there for about an hour and a half while Lorna introduced me to a lovely wheat beer. There was a little incident in the evening of me kind of ‘loosing’ the hotel, but it all worked out in the end.

On Saturday morning Lorna headed off very early, for her run (she did it in just more that 3 hours thirty) and I got Catriona up, got her dressed and took her to breakfast. She then went to floor four for a few hours while I checked where things like bus times to get into Davos. We got into town and met up with Lorna and went and had some lunch.
We saw the guy who came first in the 78-kilometre race come in; he did it in six hours flat. Which means he would have had to average 13kph. That may not sound like much, but remember he was running up hills in the Alps. In fact, he was a full 12 minutes in front of second place. So good work to him.

On Saturday night we were all in bed before nine o’clock. Lorna was shattered, I was tired as well and Catriona wasn’t tired at all. Such is life!

We left on Sunday at just after eight, arrived in Zurich airport just after 11, got Catriona’s ‘other’ granny and headed back.

I’m now sitting in Belfaux, convinced I either have flu, a cold or hayfever. I’m enjoying my second Lemsip of the day and trying really hard not to sneeze or my head will really hurt.