Chicken run

This afternoon, I used my walk to help Mr R by collecting and bringing over some shopping for him.

It was a nice simple list - chicken, veg, etc - and on our call before I headed out, Mr R asked if I could grab him another little treat on top of the rest. I used the mission as a chance to break in some new runny shoes, and got sentimental walking past the pitches I used to enjoy playing tag rugby in before the lockdown.

I dropped off the goods with Mr R, and made my way home (after a first attempt walking home, interrupted by the realisation I still had Mr R's milk in my backpack!).