I walked into town and back. About six miles - no significant height gain.
Not exactly Knipean, I know, but better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.
yeracttual over on Poles Apart has done a bit of an obit for Earl Scruggs, banjoiste extraordinaire, and mentioned meeting Doc Watson. This reminded me of the inordinate amount of time I wasted trying to master his version of Windy and Warm. So deceptively simple on first hearing !
It's easy when you see it like this
and for those of you who haven't smashed your guitar yet.....