Cold Canary

Three of us went south along the canal today for a ride. Gosh, it felt cold. Our destination was the Yurts café (extra). Cosying up on mugs of tea and sausage sandwiches we continued the national discussion about the postmasters scandal.

Suitably warmed by hot drinks and outrage we returned past Canary Wharf and homeward. The dog chasing a ball on this hillock didn’t have a care in the world. Nor did I after I had a hot bath back home.