Went to park run on Saturday, at the start they called out for anybody who knew any British Sign Language.
I ended up going up and meeting a deaf guy whose first time it was at Park run. Had a quick chat with him, introduced myself, ran with him for a bit to teach him the lay of the land.
Met up after the run, he came for coffee with me and the folks.
Turns out he's a teacher at the deaf school on the same campus as my secondary school, just moved down from Newcastle, where my uncle lives.
He taught me a few new signs, seemed like a lovely guy.
Was a lovely start to the weekend, pity arsenal had to go and spoil it all the next day.