Plodding home

...after football.

It is a pleasant walk through the park and down to the railway station, at this time of year, anyway.
Later on it will be in the dark, even after a lunchtime kick-off. It is always worse after a poor result; and this one was definitely one of those. We had no real expectation of winning anyway, but the team didn't play to anything like their full potential, the players looked like rabbits in the headlights. Craig has the story here.

M had decided not to go to the game, as she felt a bit of yoga would be more de-stressing than watching Oz McCann trying to find a team-mate with a pass ;)