Jean and I were overtaken by an elderly lady in a wheelchair as we toiled up our long road today, so there go our hopes for Olympic gold in the 100 metres dash.
We did find more people at home though. Including - tremble - the house with the worryingly large and silent dog. The gentleman didn't open the door, for which I do thank my Creator, but when I asked if I could put a small tract through for him to read, he said I could. Which was really nice of him. And neither it, nor my fingers, were eaten by the dog.
Captain B has found an eggbound butterfly today. And some 'grizzlies', which sounds wildly exciting for Sussex. But I think they will turn out to be a form of butterfly.