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Quite an exercisey day yesterday. As well as having a morning run, I went for a game of golf after work. The weather co-operated, and it turned into a nice evening with a couple of drawbacks. Paul and I had headed off to Bearsden Golf Club, a nice wee 9-holer we've played a couple of times recently along with two of our Spanish colleagues. We got there nice and early, just after 6, only to be told that women can't tee-off after six on a Wednesday. No, really.
So we hastily rearranged and headed off to Hilton Park instead, which is Paul's old course and about 15 minutes away. The course is well kept but very, very hilly. I doubt there's a piece of fairway where you could drop a ball without it running away from you. And it's home to every type of flying insect, and some which can hop. Despite the Skin So Soft I was slapping away bugs on almost every hole. I was playing ok, but because of the hills and trees (presumably put there to stop your ball running downhill to the sea, 5 miles away) managed to lose 3 balls.
We played half a round, and then sat down outside the clubhouse to enjoy the view and have a well deserved drink.

Had a night of strange dreams - I was spending the night in a railway waiting room with my ex and our son, and she turned out to be a hustler at some European-wide business game.

I woke up with sore legs (presumably from running away) so Merlin got a stroll instead of a jog. Which gave me an excuse to use my new camera on the walk...