Patchwork

It's hard to tire of this view from Simon's Seat. It's the second time I've shared this on a run with Forrest. Today, I finished in somewhat better shape than I did on the first occasion, managing to avoid falling over, for once. It's a major triumph these days to finish a run without having drawn blood somewhere! 

I did, however, suffer another indignity. I got sledged! Running back along the river, trying to keep pace with Forrest, this guy called out, "Come on, keep up Grandpa." Bloody cheek.