Towards the tiny tower

I've found an exercise class in my local village hall. I've no idea why I've  not been before. Its really good and, being on a Thursday morning, is less likely to clash with weekend stuff like the Saturday Pilates does. And gives me the opportunity to do two classes in a week, very useful when it's raining.  Not that it was raining today. 
This is the view as you step out of the Village Hall.. There is a tiny tower on the hill with gorse which I have climbed up to a couple of times .  Although, looking back ( here) it wasn't on nearly such a nice day.
While I was strengthening my abs  in the village hall, Mr P went off to check a walk for the walking group , fell over and fractured his wrist. Oh dear, 2 hours in the Minor Injuries Unit and he's home with a plaster cast