Afternoon Walk

A morning of hard graft on my laptop before I headed out for a stretch of the legs, up round Stockbridge as the light was fading. Stopped for a coffee. Just wished I had the strength of character to avoid the carrot cake too.
Out to the boozer later, sadly missing MrT who had headed back to London Town yesterday as his brother John had died suddenly from a cardiac arrest. That got several of the crew asking how old he was again, worriedly looking at their beers, and raising a glass to him. RIP Rubber Johnny, Deptford's finest.