Replacing the stile

I met Richard a week or so ago when he was out helping his partner to plant a wild rose bush.  Today he was with brother Dez and they were replacing the rotten stile that provides access to the public footpath across Catherine’s field.

I was giving my legs a walk because they’d reached that stage when the medication had worn off and they were feeling rather spikey and slow.  It was lovely to be out on such a blue day.  I’m just thinking about where else I might go.  I fancy some water so maybe I could go down into the Don Valley.