The training begins.

New exercise bike courtesy of Lady Marchmont  At last somewhere to hang my coat. It was accompanied with blethers, Archie's tricks and JR proffered muffins, tea and a truly delicious loaf. When Mrs FP and I went for a wintery wander later, given the emptiness of Tesco's shelves, I was more concerned about somebody pinching the loaf from the land rover rather than the bike. My worries were short lived, as will be the loaf.

So training begins, I expect to blip my racehorse like thighs in the very near future