I am not sure if this post will ever see the light of day on Neil’s running blog. It doesn’t detail miles completed, or times of splits. It does not contain references to nasty looking feet or a recomendation for a new piece of kit. It does however talk about grit and determination and immense pride.

My husband is a runner. Which makes me a running widow! In the months leading up to a marathon our Sundays are usually filled with trips to random places at very early times of the morning for a race or don’t start until lunchtime once the ‘long run’ is out of the way. I am not a runner myself (yet!), so why do I let hubby’s hobby take over our weekends? The answer is simple. I enjoy it as much as he does. I meet new people. People just like me who spectate or people like Neil who run. The community is amazing and I have a lot of very close friends who we have met from running circles over the years.

Last week Neil ran in his 8th Marathon in 4 years. He started back in 2009 and has now lined up 5 times in London and 3 times abroad. His running has taken us to the south of England and this summer up to the North for the GNR. We have been to Paris, Berlin, Dublin, Venice and to San Francisco (during the San Fran half marathon we got engaged!). I get to go to nice places on hoilday because Neil wants to run – I definatly am not complaining!

Neil wasnt meant to run VLM2013 – He didnt get his place until the end of Jan and right up until the week before he was still unsure if he was going to start. I brought him the 2013 kit for his Birthday, but it remained in the bag with the tags on “just in case” he didn’t make it. When I left him at Bank station on Sunday he looked nervous – possibly the worst I had seen him. I told him to do his best. When I met him at the end I genuinly think he did his best and I am so very proud of him for what he has achieved at London over the years. He may not have gotten under that 4hour mark like he has everywhere else, but that doesn’t matter to me. Like everyone who has never taken on the 26.2 mile challenge I think its all about being able to finish, its not about the time.

He says thats it for the London Marathon for a while, and I think thats a good idea. Its not giving up, its just being realistic with goals. I know that Neil will take a few years away from it and will come back one day to smash the 4hour mark. Until that time I am looking forward to supporting him at other Marathons, Half Marathons and his first steps into Triathlon.

I am so proud of everything Neil has achieved over the 5 years he has been running and the 4 years he has been marathon running. He has encouraged friends to take up the sport and even trys to motivate me to get running. He is stepping down the distance in a few weeks time to help me run the Westminster Mile – a distance that is about 1/3 shorter than his normal warm up. Who knows, it might be the start of him training me to do 26.2 miles?

Laura

Having been to a number of workshops and read all the books my plan over the coming weeks is to start to wear them around the house, for short walks and just refrain from running in them. I’m undecided whether I can wear then to work as I’m not sure they would fit the dress code (not that we really have one, but I have been trying over recent months to look a bit more smarter than I used to!).

Once I have amassed a few miles walking in them I plan on starting to up the distances a little bit. I suspect I will never reach the marathon distance in these shoes, I think my biomechanics are totally inappropriate for that. However, I’m keen to give them a go alongside the Brooks Pure’s I also have sitting in my cupboard. I can see if a lighter shoe makes any difference to my times in the shorter distance events. Alas I suspect losing a few pounds off my stomach will help more than ultra light shoes

Follow up post will be made in due course!

N

As always the number collection process was smooth and efficient, if you go on the Weds/Thurs this always seems to be the case. We popped over to the main stage to watch Iwan do his talk and tell the audience it was all about pacing etc, etc. I then had a very formulaic approach to the stalls at the expo. I basically went direct to the stalls I wanted and didn’t go elsewhere. Nuun, yes please – let’s try some other flavours, SIS yup go on then – caffeine gels at the ready, Skins – time for some new shorts and finally X-socks as I’m not liking the new Hilly’s as much as my old Run-Sky-Runs. A fair amount of cash spent and we left the expo, however everything I bought I would use!

That was Thursday over, two days to go until the start. Could something happen now I wondered?!

Beepbeepbeeepbeeep went my alarm clock on Sunday morning, evidently no was the answer to the earlier question. Time to head up to the start and go for a run… I won’t bore you with the details of the start although I should point out it was warm enough to sit outside of the tent in the morning and enjoy the sun…aka to warm for me! What I will say before the race claxon went there was a moment of silence for those in Boston. This was very emotional for me, the change in volume from the nervous chatted before to still and solemn was almost deafening – a lovely moment where all runners united for many they have never met. This was what I was referring to in my last post.

At 10 am the claxon sounded and away we went….I could spend the next few paragraphs telling you all the ups and downs but as this is my 5th London and they all seem very loosely similar I shall synopsise and make amends from other posts:
1) I did not pass out even though it was warm (take that 2010/2011!)
2) My feet did blister horrifically (same as 2012)
3) I did start cramping up but I got further than 2012
4) I did have to run walk because of points 2 & 3
5) Canary Wharf was the shortest section that it has ever been in my mind
6) I had some great cheer outs on route the best organised by my amazing wife and best spectator ever Laura at 22miles! She got friends and family together for a great cheer!
7) I failed to break sub 4 in London AGAIN doing 4:02.
8) I actually had a reasonable time in London even if I didn’t hit the 4 hours

There was my run in 8 points. Which was a lot quicker than recounting each blistery mile (more info on this too follow) on a separate post I will be calling Blistergate. I think this deserves its own post as on this one I will be seeking guidance and support but for the moment I should say I tweeted a photo on Sunday of my blister and so far it has had almost 50 retweets, 200 comments across Facebook and twitter and almost 200 likes (to be fair I don’t think ‘like’ is the appropriate term in this instance). Thanks to my boss my foot has made the big league!

Anyway, that’s all for now. Think I’m going to let others do the 2014 Marathon and watch from the sidelines. People will laugh at me when I say this as I said the same last year and possibly the year before but I think I will stick to this thought next year! Maybe i’ll go out and help people make the start line who watched on Sunday and are now inspired.

Thanks for all the support over the last few months

N

I know whatever time it is on a Sunday morning there will be someone else out there going through the same routine as me. Perhaps preparing for a race or maybe just getting set up for a long run (long is a completely unmeasurable distance). Anxiety is common as people head out into the unknown, as I’m sure you will all empathise, no two runs ever feel the same. However, here we are joined by this ‘thing’ in common whilst everyone is still tucked up in bed. There is normally some banter, or good wishes for those racing before the little army set off on there own way.

For some of the people I talk to I could see step by step where they are heading, if I wanted I could send cheers and support to them through the apps they are using and if I really wanted to I could challenge them to a duel. In times gone by these people would be thought of as virtual friends – people you talk to but won’t meet up with. However, that just doesn’t seem to be the case with runners and there is one very good reason why – races.

On Monday, when the tragic news around Boston was starting to circulate through social media outlets then onto the TV reports my first thoughts went to Keith, a friend who I knew was running the Marathon. I know Keith from my early training sessions with Havens Hospices but have kept in touch via Facebook, following his very busy Marathon schedule with interest. The terrible news filled my Facebook and Twitter feeds, the emotions from my running friends were different from the focused tweets/updates which usually fill my feeds. Together we watched the updates struggling to know how to comprehend what we saw but each one of them wanted to do SOMETHING.

The reason for writing this blog was on waking up the next day,after not many hours sleep, the running community was at its strongest desperately trying to help however possible. They want to support people that they have never met but have something so in common with, you only need to look at the photos of the runners who stopped to help victims and the stories of finishers running on to hospitals to give blood to realise there is something very special about our community.

It’s not just tragic events which brings our community together – at almost every race I go to there is someone present that I recognise from online. Sometimes we meet up at the start, other times there is the nod of acknowledgment as we pass on the road. These people I would never have met in the “real” world had it not been for the social presence we have now. As I look back over the last few years some of my closest friends and support have been born from the (on-line) running community, we tend to stick together through thick and thin and celebrate each others successes almost as much as our own!

I don’t really know where I would be without a number of the friends I have made through running they have pushed me through some of the best and worst times over the last 5 years and long may it continue.

Tomorrow when I stand at the start line with my black ribbon I will be thinking of those who have suffered so unnecessarily in Boston – at each mile point I will take a moment to remember how lucky I am to have the opportunity to be involved in such a special event. I will be wearing the ribbon on my shoulder with pride and know that one day I will be crossing the Boston start line where I can really show my solidarity towards those effected.

I haven’t been raising for charity this year but if anyone would like to give anything on my behalf I will be putting some money towards the Boston Fund here http://onefundboston.org/. If you do donate please comment on here to let me know. x

Thanks

Two days after running a mega training run and after a day of touristy stuff (morning visiting the mosque, afternoon going on the worlds fastest roller coaster in Ferrari World) I put on my trainers and headed to the track.

This isn’t the first time I have run on a race track having run the Silverstone half marathon a few years ago but this was a very different experience to that. For one it was probably 50-60 deg F hotter!

A few weeks ago whilst out on a work lunch with Prash, an employee from Rackspace, I found out we would both be in Abu Dhabi at the same time and he also liked running. I figured it was a perfect excuse for company and we arranged to meet up and run the track together.

On meeting Prash and his family trackside it was clear a few of us would be coming out. Laura had her trainers on and would be heading out on track with us to. The first time she had run on a race track! We got our passes and set off to the start.

As all of us were different abilities we set off in groups – I was looking to do sub 9min mi’s but not overly fussed beyond that. Two days after a 23 mile run I felt my body deserved a rest. I tried to let Prash take the pace but think I may have bullied a little bit towards the end we chatted about a bit of work and a bit of pleasure. Some say you should leave your work at home when on holidays, but to be honest if work is always running around a beautiful track in perfect temperatures I’m happy to talk shop for a bit of it!

The course was ace. Running round a state of the art facility, past grandstands which one day I will sit in and next to beautifully designed and built hotels made the 5.5k fly by. Everyone on the track was visibly enjoying themselves (or killing themselves) as was I.

Towards the final mile or so I think the heat may have been getting to Prash but determined he gritted his teeth and pushed on allowing me to chat away in his ear, I think at this point the conversation may have been slightly one sided (and the only cloud solution he wanted to talk about was one that had rain in and could cool him down – sorry geek joke!?!?).

5.5km completed, one lap. This was enough for me this time but what an experience. Howver, do I want to do it again? YES please! Am I a little envious we can’t have something similar at home? YES! Alas I think it’s a little to far to fly on a weekly basis but I will be back and I will be running more than one lap! Abu Dhabi and The Yas Circuit I salute you, what a great idea and a great use of your track. Loved it!

Neil

For any of my long term followers you will know that I have run the London Marathon a few times so by now should be totally familiar with its every twist and turn. However, if you have participated in this event I’m sure you will agree the route can be a bit magical as you spend 26miles looking at the pavement in front trying to avoid tripping over or the beautiful backdrops shielded by several rows deep worth of spectators. Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining – the spectators are what makes this race so iconic however, for once I wanted to try get some grasp as to the route we run! It *could* possibly help with some of the head demons, allowing me to break the course up a bit better…

On Easter Sunday as the clocks went forward I set my alarm for the crack of dawn to head towards the Cutty Sark and the meeting point for the event. The morning was odd – it felt like a race morning as I struggled to take in my breakfast. It was a bitterly cold however the skies were blue and the sun out which was a good sign!

At 9am we met in Greenwich, waiting with Sally (colleague from work) we opted to head into McD’s to keep warm whilst we waited, i’ll hasten to add not once did the thought of eating a mcmuffin enter my head at that time of day. My nervous energy was spent trying to work out how I was going to hang onto a 8:35 pace for 22miles…

With enough time to get to the Red Start the group were herded up by the running club and walked the mile or so up to the start. Here we were a group of say 80+ runners stood at the gate leaving Greenwich park, about 3 weeks too early!

The 8:35 pace was Sally’s idea, she wants to do sub 4 at London and figured running with the 4hour pacers wouldn’t help her, I questioned her logic as there is a big difference between an 8:35(3:45 marathon) pace and a 9:06 (4hr marathon) but she was set on this pace. I felt I should be able to hangon to that pace for long enough and if the worst came to the worst I’d just drop back to the next group.

As we got going the pace felt fine, although I could feel niggles in my feet – I thought my blister was flaring up again. Sally on the other hand was evidently struggling, a repeated foot and leg issue which she has been trying to mask with pain killers was clearly causing discomfort. The pace was ambitious given her injury and at about 8 miles she started to drop back. Unfortunately at just under 10 she pulled back, deciding sensibly I think, to call it a day.

I would love to say the first 13 were a walk in the park, they should be by now right? Not in my case, as we ticked off the only real landmark in the first half of the marathon, the Cutty Sark, I was close to calling it a day myself. However, 2 miles later things started to change…

Twelve miles or there about, marks Tower Bridge and the start of the next half of the race. This for me is what shifts the event out of being that half marathon to the full distance. I was ready to call it a day but then we had a strange event occur, the Bridge started opening!

For non-Londoners this may seem a bit of a non event but I can probably count on one hand how many times I have seen the bridge go up and I have crossed here a number of times both on foot and in the car. Here we were 12miles in with nothing that we could do, other than wait. This created a very helpful rest bite and recovery period for me. Gels consumed, heart rate restored when the bridge closed I reset my body clock and was starting afresh (just with heavier legs).

The second part wasn’t too bad, at 18 miles the elusive Canary Wharf stretch, we got a little lost. Still none the wiser about that segment and at 20miles I thought due to time constraints I’d have to call it a day. At the water station i called Laura, who let me know i still had time, so i carried on. Figuring I had nothing left to lose, my legs felt fine I ploughed on for the remaining 2 miles to take us to the final destination Shadwell.

As I stopped my watch and added on the .5miles I had missed by not restarting after a pause we had covered just shy of 22.5 miles and my body still had juice in the tank. I think my last mile of that was an 8:20… All in all a very promising little run.

I should point out before any of you go calculating and saying is London PB potential for you, the answer is no. Whilst the 8:35′s didn’t feel too bad on the day we had a number of rest breaks and refuelling time which just won’t happen on the day. Each of the little breaks allowed my body to reset a little bit which clearly helped me. That said very happy with this run a few weeks out from the marathon.

There you have it, 22miles done. Oh wait – the subject mentioned a black toenail and a holiday. Well the first is probably fairly self explanatory big toenail – black on returning home. I thought I felt rubbing but just dealt with it. I hear that for some runners the black toenail is practically equivalent to a finishers medal! The holiday part, well I am writing this post sat beside a pool in incredible heat watching the sun go down in Abu Dhabi. I took off 5 hours after finishing the 22 miles and it’s bliss right now! It’s just a shame I can’t look forward to the same in a few weeks after finishing the marathon!!

Neil

Arriving in Reading on Sat we chose to stay by the stadium as we had done last year, I’m aware it wouldn’t take to long to get there in the morning but we liked the hotel and it just saved the morning rush. When we were driving over we were greeted to “variable” conditions aka rain and heavy rain. This happened all day and set the scene perfectly for what was about to come

Sunday morning, curtains opened – rain. I could spend the rest of the post explaining the foul weather on the run but it’s probably easier to just say it rained permanently through out. The perfect phrase to describe the race because of the conditions is GRIM.

A few years ago on an event I did I met Adam Phillips (it was actually on this event I met Sean too). We kept in touch via Facebook and twitter and met at races and events – this was another one of those events. He said his goal was 1:45 and that was mine so I said I’d run with him.  Waiting for the 1:45 pacer to come past meant we were a fair way back in the pack and to be honest the furthest back I remember in a LONG time. It took us 5 minutes before we crossed the start line!

The rain didn’t stop and the run felt tough although the miles were ticking away. I ended up splitting from Adam quite early, I struggled with the pace – ironically it wasn’t that it was too fast, in fact it felt tough for the pace we were going at! After a few miles I started to open up my stride a bit and the 7:45ish miles felt more comfortable the the 8′s I was running at the start.

Head down into the rain I just tried to hang on and in the last few miles this was still the case. I really sped up at about 10miles – unfortunately this was probably a mile too early. When I turned the corner to enter the loop back at 11miles I was hanging on and not letting my chimp get the better of me. 2 miles – under 16 minutes of running I could do this! With under half a mile to go to the stadium, in my head I started counting down the seconds 3:59,3:58,3:57. However, I knew that all I had to do was get to the entry gates and the remaining few hundred meters would fly by if last year was anything to go by. The finish sees you enter the club grounds and do half a lap of the pitch whilst hundreds of spectators sit in the stands cheering you on – an incredible sensation and a fantastic finale to the run!

My watch showed 1:44, by no means my fastest time but I was happy with that given the conditions, the slow start and the plan I had in my mind before the run. I’m certain (although I haven’t checked) this should be a fairly big negative split which is very promising for this distance running and at this point in my “training regime”.

Following the run I had the fortune of heading into the Mizuno lounge thanks to Adam – this was a great way to get out of the rain, get a massage and a few freebies! All in all the second Reading Half that I have completed and again a race (baring the weather) that I enjoyed. I’m sure i’ll be back…:-)

Neil

PS During last years race Laura saw a guy collapse just after crossing the finish line.  He was treated by medics at the scene and hurried away from the eyes of the crowd. Unfortunately he never recovered and was declared dead at the local hospital.  This year his Wife, Family and Friends walked the 13.1 miles in his memory.  They set out at 7:30am and finished just a few minutes before I did.  However bad the weather was for me, it must have been 100 times worse for them out there for over 4 hours!  I wanted to extend my congratulations ro TeamGed and point you towards their fundraising page at http://www.justgiving.com/Estelle-Clarke

When I set out my target was 20miles, I had planed a route which should cover that distance without any loops. I knew this was going to be a challenge in my head and I needed as few excuses to cut the route short as possible. I set out towards the Capital. The first few miles were the boring parts. I covered familiar territory and spent a good hour denying my ‘inner chimp’ a victory and winning the battle in my head telling me to stop. At 6miles I readjusted my shoes as my foot ached on most strides. However, I didn’t stop for long and I told myself it was small pain relative to what I felt last weekend. From about 7 miles the route I had chosen really came into its element…

No part of my route was new to me but each bit represented individual milestones that i could  tick off to completion of the run. 10 miles to Regents Park. Then a lap of the outer circle of the park got me to 4 miles. A mile up Marylebone Road brought me to 15miles. Now, I could have stopped at Baker Street but that would have been a pain for changing tubes so I thought to myself that I may as well run down to Marble Arch, another mile done. Here was the toughest call – Marble Arch = the Central Line and my tube line direct to home.  Fortunately the next marker was half a mile DOWN HILL – I figured I could get there! 16.5miles, next stop – Buckingham Palace, afterall if I was going to write a blog I would definitely need a good picture. Once at Buck Pal the river is just around the corner and I was starting to feel the end in was in sight. 18miles, Somerset House not long now to find the Central Line again and my final destination – Liverpool St!

The final mile was a challenge, I was out of water and ready to call it a day, however, I made it. 20 Miles under 3 hours – almost every split was sub 9min/mi and whilst I was tired I think I had a bit more in my legs which, given the last time I ran over 15miles was 4 1/2 months ago I was pretty damn happy with so I guess this wasn’t a ‘break’ run…

Neil

Arriving at the amazing Somerset House lit up pink with a Nike Dome in the middle it was already becoming clear that Nike marketing budget was large on this campaign…Free tshirt and (bandana!?) later I went to collect the shoes I was here to try out – the Flyknit.

After a bit of a debacle with not enough shoes I eventually ended up selecting a size too big for me as my size was unavailable. Fortunately for me my wide feet helped with this as whilst the shoe was technically too long my feet were held fairly firm in the narrow shoe and possibly helped by the steam ‘customisation’ fit. See below…

Once you have selected your trainer size the process moves onto ‘moulding’ them to your feet. The trainers are made from a material that when steam heated adjust around your feet – apparently. The concept is that the shoes shouldn’t be loose anywhere around your foot. Quite a cool little show was put on around this, a little bit gimmicky but made me smile as my shoes came out of the steamer!

First thing to note is these are neutral shoes (I believe), they are ultra light and actually look damn cool as a complete contrast to my current stability shoe. However, I don’t think I would be able to run a large distance in these shoes due to my heavy pronation. once we were kitted out the event was ready to start. They had a quick Q&A with 800m Olympian Andrew Osagie before a warm up and time to run.

Eventually we set off for the run with about 100 or so others.  I wasn’t sure where we were heading I just followed the crowd. About a quarter of a mile into the run glow sticks were handed out to the runners – odd but quirky. The run encompassed the best bits of London – up to St Paul’s, over the wobbly bridge back to the London Eye via some stop off points the highlight of which was the tunnel full of graffiti and art work under Waterloo station where there was a beat boxer, lasers, smoke machines and rappers. Pretty surreal and totally unexpected.

The run carried on – this was one of those iconic backdrop kind of runs and London looked stunning even though it was raining. However, so much was going on it meant I didn’t spend much time thinking about the shoes on my feet! 6 or so KM later we were back at Somerset House exchanging the shoes back for our own whilst being offered pink champagne.

This was a PR event through and through but it was really well conceived and executed. A great idea and every runner had a massive smile on their face at the end of the day. As for the shoes – loved them, could I train in them who knows – maybe over shorter distances. Would I buy them to wear normally, you know what, I’m not a big Nike kinda guy but these were really nice looking trainers, felt comfortable so I think I would.

Maybe it’s worth reigniting the fire I once had with Nike, over the years, I moved away from it. I found I liked the look of the Adidas kit that bit more, I felt that some of the Nike clothes I wasn’t “cool” or trendy enough to put on but truth be told – I wouldn’t be running today if it weren’t for Nike…I think that link deserves a post all of its own.

Thanks Nike – Flyknit!

year for the last few I have signed up and plodded around Roding Valley. This year was no different and at 8am we set off for the start of what should have been a half marathon with some extra VLM Marathon training miles (6-7) added on for good measure.

The starting gun fired at 9 and we off. This was my second half marathon of 2013 (the first was Dorney in Feb) and as it was ultimately a training run I had no intention of speeding off looking to set into an 8:30 or so stride. Unfortunately at about 3 miles the blister I was a little bit wary about from runs on previous weeks felt like it was starting to become aggravated. I obviously started to adjust my running style to stop landing on the blister but in turn this triggered pains in whole knew places: quads, calves and knees. As I approached the half way point (the course was laps) I saw Laura, by this point I was practically hobbling and she thought I had fallen. I was in pain, I was at mile 7 of a race but I didn’t really want to make this the first time I have ever stopped during a race.

At this point a lot of questions go through your head of which the most obvious is ‘should I pull out?’ I had been wrestling this thought for at least 2 miles previously as each footfall created a pain in my body. I’m almost certain any medical person wouldn’t have even engaged in the debate, pull out incase you do more damage.

Obviously I continued, telling Laura that I would just take it easy. I figured we were close enough to home that if I had to stop regardless of where it was she could pick me up in the car. Off I hobbled trying to stop landing on the blister. As I pushed on at a slightly slower speed my brain kicked in again. I believe it was suggesting that I may as well just run faster as the pain would be over more quickly. With this I just put my head down and absorbed the pain on every right foot landing. The splits came in and I was still keeping a respectable time all things considered however I had decided that I would not be carrying on for the full training run.

At 13.1m I called it a day and headed home to see whether things were as bad as I thought. Hobbling up the stairs it didn’t feel to great for my blister! Shoes off, socks off and I was presented with this (photo supplied by link so as not to offend the squeamish). Bugger.

As the afternoon went by I found it more and more difficult to walk on my foot. Not because of the blister but because of a pain down the side of my foot. Which I can only assume is a consequence of 8 miles running in a bad style landing incorrectly.

As I write this post over 24 hours after the run I’m still in pain as I walk however fortunately it feels like the pain is wearing off! I have yet to reassess the blister damage. What I can safely say is yesterday afternoon was one of the most painful since I started running. Not good with a month and a half to go until the Marathon.

So following this what have I learnt? 

Well first and foremost I probably in this circumstance, as it wasn’t an ‘a-race’ should have cut the experience short. I wonder wether sometimes too much pressure is put on finishing races especially when money has been spent commuting and entering. The consequence in this scenario I’m sure could have been far worse!

Secondly I have started to question my clothing choice. Over the last year blisters have been a more frequent problem, during the 2012 London Marathon my feet were ripped after 11miles. I decided to go to Sweatshop to buy some new socks by a different brand (before anyone comments, I’m not an idiot – I have been running in X-Socks for years and body gliding up too!)

I also chatted with Sweatshop about shoes, as a devoted Brooks Adrenaline runner I don’t want to change however something doesn’t quite add up. The shop assistant talked me through the range and then got talking about the Brooks GTS model I had. She asked if I had checked inside the shoe or the shoe design since the original GTS 08′s to see if anything had changed, which I hadn’t . Foolishly I thought the major changes and version numbers had ultimately been cosmetic (various colours) not structural.

On return home I compared the current shoes to various other old pairs I had in my cupboard and she was right to suggest it. Where I was blistering the shoe had changed and looking inside the current pair the shoe lining inside had stated to come loose (sub 80mile shoes) and I think all of a sudden I found a fairly likely cause of my blister. However, the ultimate question is what do i do now…!

Watch this space for an update

Neil