Seizing the day

Despite the occupants of the Dower House receiving some very sad news today, Lady Findhorn and HL graciously opened their doors to a slightly breathless cyclist. I  tanked along the canal path and managed to avoid throwing myself headfirst into the water at the cobbled bits under the bridges.

A cup of tea and a long overdue catchup  - of well, everybody - and I was on my way again.

We did also manage to gaze in wonder at how different our stature and leg lengths are, despite having some of the same genes. Thank goodness for saddle-adjusting spanners.