It is a Bank Holiday today - what better then than to hurl the aged frame up a very steep hill and hassle a butterfly or two. Which is what we did. I've written more of this adventure on my wildlife blog, for this, my daily diary, it is sufficient to say, a very nice day was had indeed. And there were oodles of butterflies on the Mendip Hills, worth then the puffing and panting of this Northern lad.
Julie sprinted up like a mountain goat. Much fitter than me even with her bad back from sustaining an injury while on a horse recently. It's not fair.
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