Life in a nutshell, 'cos it's better if you're nuts!
In English villages, the church is normally the largest, oldest and most impressive building.
The girls were all out at a running event down in Leighton Buzzard as a result of Kas having volunteered to be a marshall, so I had the day to myself.
Kas somehow got it into her mind that it would be a good-fun idea to run an ultra-marathon in Cumbria to finish off the summer holidays.
Our journey home was punctuated by a night over in Dijon, the home of French mustard.
A slow day for three of us while Kas went for a long run in the morning. All four of us went for a short walk in the afternoon.
Today was that traditional day in each holiday where we didn’t really do much. The weather was a bit showery and grey and we were all a bit pooped after a long day out yesterday.
Geocaching in three different countries in the same day. I haven’t done that for a couple of years.
We didn’t quite do what we’d planned to do, but what we did do ended up being good.