Up

4 miles up,  1.5  miles down. I went back the short way. Not deliberately, or not very, I had a choice of about five different routes and I took the one right in front of me. 

Same again tomorrow, but with a slightly different set of wiggles.

Up to the allotment, via a mini (but still almost three figure) food shop, to cut the grass and prep the bed for the french beans and first of the brassicas. The strimmer battery only lasts for half the plot at the best of times and as it was the first cut up there this year it didn't even do that. I should have gone yesterday as well, now it won't get finished for a week. Hey ho. If the Allotment Police come calling (emailing) I'll just say "No Mow May".

I've got home and everybody else (X 3 humans and X 2 cats) is asleep!