Many thanks to my mate and Gwenver lifeguard Stef Harkon, who changed a wheel on my car earlier this evening. I had a slow puncture on my nearside left rear and it went flat given that I haven't been able to drive since breaking my ribs on Tuesday. Stef was kind enough to oblige given that broken ribs are not commensurate with hefty work with jacks, wrenches and bolts.
Talking of said ribs, I managed a reasonable walk this afternoon but have been paying for it ever since. As I have had occasion to mention before, broken ribs are a lousy injury - they affect everything you do, from sneezing, laughing and coughing to going up and down stairs and wandering the lanes of West Penwith down to wonderful places like Nanjizal. You can get to said wonderful place, albeit at a very slow pace, but once there the effort takes it toll. On the way home, you are knackered. Once at home, the pain kicks in and you wish you'd stayed put.
However, at no stage in today's walk to Nanjizal and back did I sustain an injury. For this small mercy I am very grateful; if it could be the blueprint for the next five years, I'd be gratitude incarnate.