Hunters Bog

Going out for a couple of laps round Hunters Bog with a head full of the cold probably wasn't the wisest idea, but it did temporarily blast away the work demons. Lincoln bound tomorrow the excitement is palpable.

The morning chat in the office was filled with tales of last night's Grant Hart gig. Apparently he does requests, but doesn't do Diane anymore, too dark. I always preferred this Gravenhurst version.