600 years.

Billy No Mates today. Ron's having a new fence installed. Andrew's fixing teeth at his surgery. John is resting and Allan's walking the dog. So I had a fun time in the forest with my camera. Usually they all groan when I stop to take a picture but today I could please myself - see the extras.

Didn't do many miles though because of all the faffing about. And I resisted the cake at the tea hut. And don't get me started on air quality. there's all that lovely fresh air in the woods but at the tea stop there's two blokes smoking pipes with a miasma of sweet cloying smoke hanging in the air. Yuk.

By the way, apparently its the 600th anniversary of the granting of a charter to Epping Forest for something or other.