Cornbank

With A in France, there are only two of us to walk the dog, so life has settled into a routine. I walk him in the morning; K in the evening. Today I added variety by walking through the Cornbank woodland. It's a precious strip of trees in the town that's small enough to be kept litter free. It's too narrow (and full of pines) to be called woodland, but still pleasant. Then it was back to the code face, with progress also being made by L (in Berlin) in collaboration with И (in Sofia).