Day 2.073: Falling-down, tired

It's amazing what you find lying around on the trails in the Spring. Someone had left this life-sized rag-doll just dangling over the edge of the bridge as if waiting forlornly for some long-lost Pooh-stick to emerge.

Also surprising how tiring a short walk can be - especially if you were being carried for most of it.



Right now, I have a pretty good idea how he was feeling.