No broken legs at this weekend’s Doors Open event at the old jail but I will admit to some really sore feet!
Saturday was a freakishly cold day and I claim full responsibility for that. I was afraid that being dressed in black from head to toe would be hellish in the heat so I prayed fervently for cool weather. It worked and Shirley and I found we needed our capes and even with those we were still a mite cool. Sunday was normal temperatures and I was correct…it was hellish. (More pictures from Sunday to follow.)
Now I sit on my couch, my throbbing feet up, a lap top in front of me (so I can catch up on the modern world), a bowl of ice-cream to my left and a puppy to my right. I will savor my evening in the knowledge that the tour went well: we set a new record for number of folks put through and most seemed to really enjoy the event! Who should I play next year?