The Walk Home

We decided to meet an hour earlier than usual in the pub tonight and amazingly we left an hour earlier too! Wasn’t sure that would happen. It fair buggered up JacktheLad’s bus planning though - he missed it by a minute and was thinking about saddling up Shanks’s pony as we waved goodnight.
Earlier I’d endured a freezing cold game of golf. Four layers up top, hill-walking trousers, beanie, gloves, still freezing. I packed in after 9 holes when my fingers started splitting, never a good thing. Looks like snow’s on its way so maybe I’ll get a respite next week.