Dry Hands

Hello readers.
So. The fitness thing...I'm trying, I really am! I knew I was unfit. The piddley amount of exercise has exposed me as a skinny wasting breathless flump. I'm at the phase of realising the full extent of my 'unfitness'.

Playing badminton on Friday evening at Harlow Badminton club was brilliant. All the members were friendly and had varying ability. I soon felt relaxed in my first session. Thanks to Sandra for setting up the club and making me feel welcome.

This morning I went walking with friends Karen and Gareth and their dogs Penny and Poppy. Big thanks guys for your support. Five miles around rural Stortford was a great starter walk. The star of the show was Poppy who never ran out energy. (I was so impressed I'm considering eating dog food and chasing sticks for a training regime) =0)

Blogging, I have discovered, can be a conduit for many types of old guff. I'm struggling to nail mine down to one type but found that it's part diary, part opinions, part conclusions part information and part complete 'bollards'. Primarily its going to be focused on Hadrian's Wall training. Every now and then though.... That's right the inevitable 'guff' creeps in.

This might be Guff to 99.9% of you all as it's for our very dear friends whom Alison an I met recently. I noticed you both had dry hands. Try rubbing in each others hand cream. It might heal hands and hearts.

Thank for coming to the Gooseberry Bush and reading this far, chat soon. =0)