Rusties

Today I walked Django before settling into a day of work on something different within HiGHS. There are silvers that are mature, so they are left as work horses, but recently I spotted a possible omission that might be worth exploiting. 

A cooked a lovely dish in the evening, and we celebrated her resignation with a bottle of prosecco.

The earthworks in Penicuik Park have, as I suspected, turned out to be a new petanque piste. It's hard to decry anything successful in Penicuik, but to see folk playing petanque in conditions when any self-respecting Provençal wouldn't step outdoors, is a little ridiculous. Django is also baffled at seeing people throwing balls without any dog to chase them!