Crisp..

…-9c overnight according to the thermometer inside the garage.  On my daily walk (outdoors cycling is cancelled for now) I was listening to a current affairs podcast and contrasted my crisp and cold view with events in LA.

Earlier, Nancy was up and away by 6.30am, but today I waved to her from the bedroom, rolled over and snoozed until 8am. Bloody brilliant.

After breaky, I tackled some scout admin because I’m invited to 5.5 hours of regional and district scouting meetings this week, one of which I’ve declined because I’ve repeatedly asked the organiser not to hold her frequent face to face meetings exclusively in Edinburgh. With no online meeting facilities offered, it just pisses-off the non-Edinburgh people who make-up 70% of the attendees. She's ignoring me, so I'm voting with my feet. I'm also not accepting the inevitable 90min mobile phone bill either. There, I feel better now. 

This image is the abandoned track to Fens Farm, still accesible via a hole in the hedge, but rarely used according to Strava Heatmaps. The farmer prefers to use the alternative track to the north.