Just back from my daily walk - I say daily but you'll not get me out if it's raining. It's a tedious and unpleasant form of exercise, akin to being on a tread mill but with added weather; today it manifested itself as a cold westerly.
My preferred exercise, if there is such a thing, is cycling. Unfortunately thousands of miles bowling around the countryside gave me problems in the bike/body interface region which needed clinical intervention so I gave it up. On foot it is then although, with my dodgy ankles, for how much longer?
Not so much a splash of red as a riot. This corrugated iron church is near the village of Daleswinton in southern Scotland. Makes a statement.
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