Recycled plastic water bottle butterflies on canvas. Can’t get the ‘guerrilla’ glue I use for attaching the butterflies to the canvas. A tad stressful! Particularly, with shaking hands for the ‘instant’ glue version.
The Estuary feels as though it has filled with yachts. An armada of masts against the sunset.
Forest and beach walks on gorgeous summer mornings. Our wild Border (Bur) Collie not quite so sure about all this early morning exercise. When does school start?
Hills on the Forest walk. My bum not one scrap happy.
I hate hats. Feel as tough my head wants to explode. So, the swim cap, a new experience, which will hopefully also keep the water out of ears. Not the ‘pink’ Knysna Sea Horses cap? Or the 70.3. However, the trend a tad scary.
Didn’t quite make the 30 minutes swim session. But did manage the 1km. Well 975m! Goggles leaked, and swim cap showed I need a haircut. That, after a bouncy Phantom Pass ride in the morning. Blood sugars (with careful eating, and no extra insulin) in the green zone.
Five days into the New Year, before my first tumble. Not serious, and only a touch of blood and bruising after Craig ‘tripped’ me out our run. At least that’s my story!
Prosciutto wrapped chicken, a diabetic friendly option to chicken schnitzels, that will yummy require an extra dose of insulin.