I spent much of yesterday walking in Windsor's Great Park with a furry friend. The weather was lovely, we saw red deer, partridge, a buzzard and lots of parakeets, and stopped for a mulled cider at a pub where you could, if you wished, tie up your horse while you had a drink. I also met a three-and-a-half-month-old bulldog named Hugo, who was a little tan and white ball of chub.
My legs barely work today. That'll teach me to hang out with young people.