Rowan Berries.

A lot of today was spent sorting stuff out for tomorrow's exercise of chasing a young lady on a trike on part of her journey from Land's End to John o' Groats, a little time was sent buying things to eat for while I'm doing it and a very small amount of time was spent walking Merlin - the little whatsit decided he didn't want to walk today, he reluctantly followed me to the field procrastinating all the way and, once he was off the lead, stopped at the first tussock of grass and spent half an hour sniffing at it. On the way back, he complained because I stopped to look at these berries, I had the wrong camera anyway, so I went back without him to complete the blip.

The news on the forum about Jane is not good, she had difficulties in the seating area although her helpers claimed that the problem was solved by changing her saddle to one with no nose (see posting for 20 July also, c.f. the joke about the dog). At 10 p.m. there was a posting that she was sleeping (for the first time in 36 hours) and would remount at midnight, a delay of three and a half hours, meaning that I could have a little nap before going to meet the entourage. Sleep she needs, a sore saddle less than half way through the ride sounds ominous.