Porty

I don’t think I’ve ever blipped this red bike at Porty before. Not sure if it’s in memory of someone who banjaxed into the sea?

Chilly day. Drop R at the school bus and ran home! Ran? I’ve not ran in three years. Ok jogged.
Class then walked back for the car. Nipped up to Newbattle to help one of my Maths protégées who chose to sit in the cage with me doing Maths past papers rather than sit in her Double Maths class and sit on her phone. And they call it teaching?
Home for a haircut then more Maths before tea.
Porty post prandial walk , feck it was cold!