9 stone in a year? Crikey, Richy! I do hope it was due to a deliberate weight loss plan and not some ghastly illness. I’ve spent the last couple of years slowly working off my own ‘suddenly disabled’ weight gain + ‘massive self-indulgent pork out after cancer’ weight gain – 4 stone down, 2 to go!
Lovely, lovely morning this morning. So lovely that I pootled down to Portsea Island and had a bacon butty (first for 18 months!) and a cup of tea from the catering van next to the Eastney Ferry Landing. Sat at a picnic table drinking tea and hand-feeding tiny bits of bread roll to a couple of very bold starlings, listing to the sound of the wind blowing through the masts of the boats. Pretty perfect.