Touchline

I was going to call today’s blip ‘The Third Mile’ in celebration of my third swim this week at my new standard 64 lengths – upped to pull in some of the slack generated by my current inability to be bothered to get the bike out on increasingly chilly mornings – but then this came up… Hector and I were on our way down to ‘Da ‘Wood’ this morning to the vets (nothing serious, just middle-aged problems, I can but sympathise) - and a surprisingly amiable amble it was without a certain other crazed hound to have to keep an eye on…