It certainly was, apart from one loud mouthed oik who was playing tag with his kids in a wooded area. Oh and all the fat Teessiders were sat on their arses no more than six yards away from the car park.
all the athletes will assemble at the ancient locker room (apodyterion) which lies just outside the stadium where they will be assigned to their final grouping of twelve for each race β each group of similar age and the same gender.
I was going to ask if they were checking if any trans-gender types were running in the girls races, but then further down I saw the Ancient Greek punishment for such cheating.
You probably wouldn't cheat at Scrabble there either...
We drove to Scaling Dam which is midway between here and Whitby, but the walk was aborted. The wind was howling across the reservoir, H was barking because he wanted to be off the lead but wasn't allowed and the footpath alongside the lake was strewn with goose sh*te which wasn't pleasant.
So we came home, H had his sprint round the local park before insisting on a pint in The Highcliff.