We survived the trip down to Stirling for the wedding.
As it happens, David is quite right. It’s not my legs I need to worry about.
I’m going to be doing a whole lot more walks where I need to use my walking poles…
The shoes were off before the wedding breakfast, replaced with flat ‘dancing pumps’ secreted away in Rhiannon’s enormous clutch bag to ceilidh in. I’m not completely mad!