Stepping on.

Got the 44 to Balerno and strode down the Water of Leith with Liz Imbrie to clock up a few steps.
Acquired failed domestic goddess status due to impatience on the jam making front beforehand. Last batch was too stodgy, so I took this batch off too quick. I now have rhubarb and ginger compote. 12 jars of the stuff. So very annoying.
Potted on some seedlings and took a lovely chilled cider to the allotment which strangley made the time pass in a much more jovial manner.
A mix of a holiday, but very glad to have had the time off.
Ready for a bath, book and bed! Ooft- Sounds like I'm 6 again.