Skellington

After bashing my knee 2 1/2 weeks ago, I tried running for the first time today. I've played a bit of football over the last week with successively less swearage each time and today's run (a rather slow 4 miles) was fine! So I'm back! And I don't have to be shot by the vet!

The weather was lovely. Cold and bright. And there was this skellington of a shed (or a set of parallel bars for the cows?).

And is that a dinosaur behind it?

Later, C and I cycled to the station to pick up some tickets. How small is our carbon footprint? About as big as that of a carbon person subjected to the barbaric practice of foot-binding, that's how small!

And, on the way back, our tiny carbon hands froze and we both had that really painful thawing out that kids get after playing snowballs.