Time for bed

Only photo taken on what was quite a long day. We drove to Inverness. My pickup was being traded in for a similar car but with a different badge on the bonnet. We returned via the A9 and Grantown where Mrs SJR had ordered some takeaway stuff for our dinner, from a bakery outlet outside the town. When I got out of the car here I had a bizarrely sore left thigh, a bit like a dead leg knock received in a sporting collision, but I have no recollection of such a tumble. Once home I seemed to be able to walk it off.