George

Since I knew I was likely to be spending the day indoors, hiding, I nipped along to the main street to pick up the postbox that used to be on the outside of the village shop until the folk that ran it retired, converted it to a house and flogged it. Can't blame them. Despite his best efforts, it was under-used. It's a GR one, same as the other at the shop in Charlestown where I get the paper.

But, in fact, I didn't stay indoors because we have no food so I had to trundle along to Rosyth to Tesco, with the bike doing most of the work, for some provisions. Was still a sweaty mess when I got back.