Run 57:00 [3] 9.0 km (6:20 / km)
A group run from one-half of the Ewels/Preston property empire (two houses 100 metres apart in Trafalgar), having been there for Kathryn's 30th last night. Started out on the road to the tip - and in the plain-speaking country they still call it a tip, not a "transfer station" or a "resource recovery centre" - before heading up onto some steepish bush tracks in a patch of forest on the escarpment behind Trafalgar. This is rainforest in places and very thick elsewhere, but has a decent track network. It was, however, very slippery with the recent rain and present drizzle, something I demonstrated on two different occasions (the first time taking enough skin off an elbow to be able to show a bit of solidarity with the MTBOers next weekend). Didn't want to take it beyond an hour - and in any case had a train to catch. The others all went out for a second loop.
The main positive from today was that the knee was significantly improved, with only mild discomfort and much more stability than either yesterday or last weekend. Hopefully this means I can start building back into things, starting with having the sort of 50-60% week this week that I was planning to have last week.
The trip down to Trafalgar had its moments. I decided to put the regional train network to the test (well-used by country people coming to Melbourne, but hardly at all in the reverse direction because of the lack of transport at the other end unless your destination was within walking distance of a station, which mine was yesterday). I had forgotten that it was Caulfield Cup day and we would therefore have our share of drunken racegoers, which degenerated into worse after one of them made what I took to be a sexually suggestive remark to someone who was under age. This prompted someone else, who may or may not have been the father of the girl concerned (noting that "father" is a somewhat more blurred concept in some of the places the train was going than we're used to), to take vigorous issue with them, and this ended up in a rolling all-in brawl in the aisle (albeit of the pushing-and-shoving-and-lots-of-foul-language variety - I didn't see any actual punches thrown). Most of the offenders either were evicted or evicted themselves to continue hostilities at Tynong station; one might hope that a few of them might tread the well-trodden path to Moe Magistrates', but I'm not holding my breath.
Much more sedate on the way home this morning - just some high-spirited teenagers whose singing wasn't totally atrocious.