I got out for a 3k trot on Saturday with Murty... first in a long time, but I'm determined to get back (if slowly) on to the running wagon again. It was fierce cold, and lashed a little icy rain. Poor Murty (who is only 10!) felt the brunt of it, and asked to shelter for a minute at the door of an old shed by the beach.
Later that afternoon I indulged in a pint with the aul fella! Not bad for one day's inter-generational bonding!
