A wet and chilly day in “paradise”. I put the run off due to work and weather, eventually going out mid-afternoon without the rain having abated. Joy was multiplied one hundredfold when I realised that my Nike running rain jacket is lying redundantly and uselessly in the boot of Sarah’s car. I found a 15-year-old (at least) alternative that creaked a bit when I pulled it over my head but it did the job.
Up and down the Paseo, in no mood for adventure.
(The Frisians negotiate a treaty with the Romans and are not conquered; ministries of John the Baptist and Jesus may have started in this year (but more likely ’29) according to Luke’s Gospel)