Back to reality today but complete with the souvenir midge bites which appear to have tattooed the words 'Welcome to Scotland' across my torso. Reality turns out to be a world where England can bowl Australia out for 60.
MD is quickly back in the swing of barking at everything, not that he didn’t keep his paw in whilst he was on his hols.
It is time now to start my training for the Vitruvian Triathlon and I head to the pool for a swim tonight.
(Tuesday 11th August)