The back of beyond.

Another very wet morning, and the only bright spot was watching Captain Tom on BBC Breakfast. He was thrilled when the RAF did the fly past, and so was I. Priceless. Just like yesterday, it cleared up after lunch so I went for a walk to Laleston, a small village about a mile from home. I saw this cyclist pedal past me, and I wondered how far he was from home, probably further than he should be. When I got back, Des (gym) phoned me for a chat, and after that one of J's biker mates phoned him for a catch up.