Legs – let’s hear it

Had a moment of mindfulness, or put more simply, I thought gratefully about my legs today, as they carried me back along Mont St Michel causeway to my trusty steed; decided to go with silliness in the sunshine – particularly given that my youngest sister demanded more than just pictures of ever more beautiful places – even before having a glass of chilled Normandy cider bought from roadside stall whilst watching THE semi-final and Day 1 of Wimbledon this evening.

Couldn’t do what I’m doing without them (or at least without huge adaptation), and though I say so myself, they’ve been a brilliant pair through all these years: no further stupid comments needed …..

So here’s them doing their normal day’s activity so reliably – but fear not, I won’t be giving the same tribute to other body parts. Now I know I’ve really lost the plot 😂