This morning we were both up and out before 7 for a run around Vic Park. G had been a couple of times this week already, but it was the first time I'd ran in well over a year (I decided to get back into it last year - even bought new trainers - then almost immediately split my knee open).

I was pretty terrible but it was good to get out on such a lovely morning (and there were so many dogs).

This afternoon was so warm I got out in just a jumper, and then got purposely lost on my way home so that I could enjoy the sun some more. I did actually get stuck in a couple of dead ends, and ended up walking down the official steepest residential street in England. Bit hard on the already slightly achey legs.