Marking

I escaped from marking for a few minutes today, when I went out to stretch my legs and possibly say "Hi" to the world's 3rd ranked Turfer, who was nearby. In the end our paths didn't cross, but it meant that I was close to St Mungo's. I took the zone and found a gravestone that's remarkably fresh-looking for its 175 years. The Cowans owned the major paper mill, and were progressive employers for the age, building the Institute that is now the Town Hall, and the well in the main street.

The knee is a little better, but still not up to any meaningful physical activity