Big Day in the 10k - November in Manchester
In my youth, those dim and misty days of yore before the internet, mobile phones and the wide availability of GPS, I was lucky enough to be involved in the Bolton Bird Race in the January of each year. I was perhaps 14 to 17 during this period, and took part as one member of a four person team. It was a day I looked forward to each year. If I remember correctly, the rules were that you could visit any site within 5 miles of Bolton town hall, starting at any time you wanted and finishing at 7pm at one of the organisers houses in Horwich. It was a slightly competitive adventure that encouraged people to cultivate a patch and knowledge of the wildlife around Bolton. The benefits of that knowledge were obvious - if more people know what's present in an area, the more people can be in a position to help conservation efforts locally. It was a rule that 3 out of 4 members of your team had to see the bird to be able to count it, and only birds seen would be a...