Mud mud, glorious mud. Nothing quite like it for delivering the blood-oxygen measuring kit..

It was a grey afternoon when I joined the socially-distanced huddle outside the doors to the surgery to pick up a pulse oximeter for Mr P. After a few minutes I did check that someone had pressed the bell, and we weren't all just standing there politely assuming someone else had done it.

Perhaps a dodgy bell, and most likely a busy afternoon, but toes were chilly before a lovely lady sorted out all those waiting in a jiffy. The oximeter was signed out, and instructions for the patient passed on.

I was on my bike for the first time since Christmas, and after all the recent rain the cut through paths through the wood were somewhat muddier than previously. Despite being a hybrid, my trusty steed took on the territory more usually associated with a mountain bike, and came out the other side, albeit it with some definite wheelspin and sideways motion in the back.

The roads afterwards were a breeze, and the mud soon flew off in my direction. Fortunately little of it stuck, so I was able to deliver Mr P his oximeter without resembling something from a swamp. He checked it was ready for his use, and I passed on the paper and verbal instructions from afar. Hopefully it will help him keep aware of his health, and prevent more serious illness.

For a change I took cut through back across the field home which was pleasingly less muddy, but kissing gates and bikes are always a fun combination. It was lovely to get out in the fresh air, and nice to think we can hopefully make a difference to people.