Quiet day today, there was enough hassle getting off to school/work after a week off. And, anyway, our poor old cat had obviously misjudged a moving vehicle and so we've spent a lot of time talking to him, providing food and generally being in attendance. He is only mobile in a very hunched way but he eats, washes himself and sleeps lots so we'll have to see what the next few days bring. Trevor (the cat) is a lean, mean, hunting machine and hopefully this will help him pull through.
So, Nic opted for a day off cycling and Jake gently pedalled the mile to school in school uniform rather than full cycling kit.
However, this newly invigorated Jake returned from school and fuelled by a slice of coffee sponge cake, donned his walking boots and stated his intention to begin breaking them in. Snowdon beckons in just a couple of weeks these boots need to be used or the Cubs' Leader will be treated to a low moaning and groaning up and down the mountain. Off, up the hill we strode. Well, actually it was more - off, up the hill we meandered and it was good to be out, even if the wildlife were keeping a low profile in the drizzle.
We saw a great thistle, towering above it's surrounding counterparts - can you get a king thistle?
Jake put his boots through a few paces without any ill-effects to Jake or the boots and we came across a calf heading for an identity crisis.
It was a great way to spend an hour and we got back just before drizzle turned to rain.
Hope to cycle tomorrow.