Twilight boats

Another sunny evening and another stroll around the Heath, this time with you-know-who in tow.

The bet on the Grand National turned out to be a waste of £2 as the horse fell at the first hurdle! I was quite glad actually because when I sat down to watch it I remembered why I'd stopped watching these things: I just spend the whole time worrying that the horses are going to get hurt and/or put down. I'd rather see horses running wild and free.