Oucheeeeeee!

Out early for me. A walk down to the foreshore with the pooch. Glorious if chilly morning. On the way back up the hill spotted some rapeseed in full flower. In the middle of March! Bonkers.

"The injured finger?" you ask. Wind milling some crazy Lynyrd Skynyrd barre cords on my axe? No. Just shedding skin as I regenerate, a bit like Dr Who. I hope I don't regenerate as a women (nothing in the wardrobe to wear!), but that would still be better than turning into Sylvester McCoy.