Playing fields

My sore back and I decided to get up and go out for a little bit. We both felt a good bit better today, though far from fully mobile. It was a bit of a struggle getting in to the car, but we managed eventually by resorting to leg-swinging contortions. We didn't go far, just to St Anne's Park, one of our favourite haunts. Actually, the closest we got to the park itself was a mere few metres inside a roadside hedge, having stopped to blip a graffiti-covered roadside container lockup (which almost became today's blip).

It was chilly, though not finger-numbing, freezingly cold. There wasn't a cloud in sight in the bright blue sky, it was crystal clear, the shadows were dramatically long -- pretty much perfect blipping weather, really. These playing pitches are beside the Rose Garden in St Anne's, and are obviously popular enough to justify having floodlights installed. Deserted this afternoon, though.

Getting out of and back into the car caused the old back to complain a bit, so we didn't waste any more time. A quick circuit along Clontarf seafront, then back home for Nurofen and heat treatment and back-propping. Another lazy evening in prospect.