Lothersdale last night. CJ was there as a pony, in pony vest. I was a pony, but incognito, and Woger was running for Rossy but in a pony vest. Every bit as confusing as it should be!
Nice to be running (jogging?) again, even if I was picking up bits of my duodenum after a rather nasty bout of near terminal coughing. And all the pies and ale give me an irresistible impetus on the down hills. Just a shame about the up bits.