Sporadic heat

At last I was in Porty at the same time as the sun was shining and the sea calm. A pleasant change.

Went from one source of heat to another when I met Lady F's eldest for an open-air impromptu bite and long chat in Bruntsfield. Any fear of no exercise vanished with all the bobbing up and down that we had to do to keep the outdoor heaters switched on. Their timers seemed to suggest that people were only expected to stop for five minutes. As we were there for three hours, that meant 36 times each of standing, stretching and sitting again.

Eat your heart out, Jane Fonda.