Change of scene

 Having nothing to do with varying my training programme and everything to do with forgetting where I had left my cycling gear (back of car) meant a change of scene and pace as I walked to work. (car having gone with my beautiful and oh so patient wife earlier) Along the way I found Joan, one of our little flockers.

 The Whet Stone was still there

 Rocky kept the pace despite the heat and sunshine (rest of UK seemed to suffer fog)

 Monkey puzzle trees were still there, and the wild horses lurked in the distance

 Pose for pictures.

 A real change of scene.

Lifes good