Splat!

At least she laughed when I said that the first thing we needed to do for a split lip was ... get a camera. Wee pet. Fell flat on her face tripping over a paving stone. Ice cream helped. Jokes about the elephant man, giant peaches and vigorous face washing, not so much.

Usual story of a cold run into work, although this time on the tractor with its semi-skinny but nobbled tyres on. Nice. More work that the usual bike with its slick tyres but a bit more sure-footed. A good compromise. And it meant I got to take a wee detour through the estate on the way home.