Dalkeith

The back was tolerable this morning. So, some work of the whisky variety was done along with a couple of phone calls. There’s another new distillery in the works that may want me to stick my oar in.

Suitably encouraged I went along to Dalkeith Country Park for a short wander.

Suitably encouraged I gingerly and inelegantly climbed on the turbo bike and peddled very slowly for fifteen minutes or so. To no discernible Ill effect. Perhaps a corner has been turned? Still very little feeling in my left leg but I’m starting to see signs of an improvement. And there’s another session lined up with Margaret tomorrow for massage and swearing.

Celebrated by letting Ruby make dinner. Vegan “steak” with mushrooms and sweet potato chips. Bloody lovely.