The Eyes Have It. Day 10

Some say that he lives in a tree, and that his sweat can be used to clean precious metals others have said he can swim seven lengths under water, and he has webbed buttocks and that he never blinks and that he roams around the woods at night foraging for wolves... all we know is, he's called the Stig.

No not really it's my mate Robin, like me he would never fit in an F1 car.

He's just back off his holidays in France and this morning is his first walk for about ten days and much to my surprise he didn't make an excuse that he has an early meeting and it will have to be a short walk, must get to County Hall, duty calls.

In fact we walked 3.17 miles in 57 minutes.