St Martin's Kirk

I was weary this morning.  I had thought I would go for a run, but I felt too tired.  I did take myself out for a walk, as it would have been a shame to miss the sunshine.  Initially I felt like I should be running, but by the time I was coming home, up the hill, my legs felt tired.

I had a badminton meeting this afternoon.  BB came with me and he went swimming with a friend.  We left TT marking projects.

I was on tea tonight, and mine wasn’t a patch on TT’s efforts of yesterday.  BB did his homework while I was cooking, including cello practice.

We’ve had a quiet evening.

This is St Martin’s Kirk, the ruin of a 12th century church, where John Knox may have attended services.