With apologies to Wallace and Grommit
On Monday I drove with my dog to Hove to meet, and collect some toys from, the inestimable Henry Hyde.
After showing me round the “Loftwaffe” – his wargaming and podcasting hobby HQ – we went for a walk to the beach where, after observing a few by-laws, we found a place where I could let Sparky run free to chase a ball.
We had a mug of tea and a bacon sandwich with a chat for about half an hour before making it back by another historically interesting route to Henry’s.
On the way home I spotted on the grass verge a dilapidated Matador gun tractor lorry with a four-wheel WW2 caravan in tow.
A long drive, a literally “breath-taking” walk, a good chat and an obedient dog. What more could one want from a day?
Except of course a visit to stables to feed, water and check on two horses, which took place later.
On Tuesday I awoke exhausted. Neither of my legs would work properly. I went to the stables and fed the horses, but afterwards came home and slept half the morning and half the afternoon, then went to bed at 8:20 pm.
I had walked about 12 miles in the previous two days, and it seems that I am no longer up to that level of exercise.
General Whiskers' semi-historical wanderings 