the grassy lozenge

A bit of the Crags and a bit of the grass at their feet on Saturday morning.

Quite a pleasant morning for being up the hill; only slightly slippy because of the dew, only two people with dogs, only three sets of loudmouthed idiots and only one piper round the back of the Palace who only started up as I was about to head down and the ankle I went over on three months ago is still a little bit uncomfortable at the extremes of foot-flexion but is definitely still improving. Plus as I went for a big run before breakfast I can now happily stuff myself with muffins and croissants.