Craftsman at Work.

It was my turn to lead today's run to Athelstaneford (pronounced Elshinford) and from many respects, it was something of a disaster. I advertised the start as being from the wrong place (I hope no-one went there) and, in spite of using two sat-navs, I managed to get lost. Perhaps they won't ask me again.

Wild Bill Hiccup is always good for a blip, here he is taking an inordinately long time repairing a puncture; he claimed he was posing so that I had ample opportunity to compose the photograph. You will notice that he has discarded his customary shower cap and now wears a shiny new helmet, this is at the insistence of his lovely lady wife, a result of him falling off a stationary bike and being taken to hospital with the consequent head injury.

From here on you can make up your own jokes.

I've just posted Monday's entry, "The Toadstool."