Ipswich Town's Championship Position - 13th
Currently Reading - Another World by Pat Barker (It's brilliant)
It's a Sunday, a day of rest, and after a day of playing korfball yesterday, that's exactly how I intend to use it.
Last Tuesday my tutor gave me some incredibly helpful and constructive feedback on my writing project, he helped fill in some of the gaps I was struggling to and he suggested some pretty key ideas which help move the narrative along nicely. I was relieved to find that despite being put with a workshop group of sci-fi and fantasy fiction writers, everyone's ideas varied completely and weren't what I was expecting (as someone who doesn't read this genre, I expected it to be vampires and aliens. There were many dystopian pieces like mine and it seemed that everyone had great ideas, I'm really looking forward to seeing how they all turn out.
Usually, on Friday nights, around six thirty, I Facetime with my grandparents back in Kent. Last term it was as regular as clockwork and I'd never miss it. However, this term I have korfball from six until half 7, this isn't a problem at all, it's feasable to talk when I get home (despite being a sweaty mess) but this week was different, if you'll forgive this long-winded introduction, I'll explain.
I raced home from korfball at a pace which would be described a gentle plodding. The reason why I should have been racing home? My flat's landlord was paying for us to go out and have a meal. It was mentioned months ago but it was because myself and the boys I live with are such great tennants (apparently). It was such a lovely evening to spend time as a whole flat, having some brilliant food.
Friday night's meal was a brilliant start to the weekend and the next day, Saturday, I was representing the University in a sport that I love. The journey took us along the coast, all the way from the sleepy town of Aberystwyth, down along the coast to the busy and buzzing city of Cardiff (Made even more
busy and buzzing by the fact that England were playing Wales in the Six Nations at the Melennium Stadium).Our first game was against Cardiff Archers, one of the city teams who we had lost 16-6 to a few weeks previously. On this occasion, our team was strong and despite taking an early lead, we lost 10-7. The result was stinging but being told that I was playing directly against a Welsh international player soothed the pain significantly. Our second game was where the backs-to-the-wall pressure was on. It was against Cardiff University Second team and the scores were back and fourth so many times. We were winning, then a few points later they were winning, the game was in the balance and with two minutes to go, Cardiff led 9-8. In the dying seconds of the game, we got a penalty, a free shot and as the hall went silent, our captain delivered the goods, he scored the equalizer and because the game was so tough and we gave it 100% for the full hour, the draw truly felt like a win.
On the journey home we had Fivelive sports radio on in the car. The coverage of the second half of the England-Wales rugby union was really tense and much like Aberystwyth korfball, with backs against the wall, in the dying minutes of the game, England delivered the goods, doing what Aberystwyth korfball couldn't and getting the full winning points. Obviously after living in Wales for almost three years, I wouldn't want either of the two teams to lose but that's the way sport often goes.
Yesterday's positive sporting results increased when I found out that Ipswich had won 0-1 to Aston Villa and Tom's (my flatmate) university football team had won 2-0. Today is Hibernian's game against Hearts in the Edinburgh derby for the Scottish Cup and if Hibs can get the win, my weekend's sundae will have the metaphorical cherry on top.
Today's photos were taken this morning on a wander along the seafront. It was incredibly cold so the black and white reflects that.
Steps to Atlantis
The only bit of rough water I could find
Cold and thorny
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