I tried to be virtuous and busy yesterday, so I missed most of the spectacularly nice weather.
But my ex-flatmate dropped in later, and we took her bike on the car roofrack over to her new place in Bath.
Setting off for home again the sunset was too good to ignore, so I bimbled westward and meandered my way through Somerset, with the vague waypoint of Stanton Drew. It was so dark by the time I got there that I couldn't tell whether I was treading on molehills or cowpats. Forgot to check shoes when I got in.
Phew, must have been molehills.