And now for something totally different ...

Told myself it was time to get off my fat a**e and go for a run - something I've managed to concoct reasons to avoid ever since my outbreak of man-flu last Autumn. Not convinced (because there was still a chill in the air) I managed to go out and am pleased with my 5.3 miles, only walking for 18 deep breaths worth up that b**ger of a hill on the Zennor road to St. Ives, immediately preceeding the mile or more gentle back downhill to home. Result!