As I pulled on my running tights to go out for a pre-lunch run, being on a day's leave, one of the cats looked at me suspiciously. Cats can have very conventional ideas about a gender-appropriate wardrobe. 'What are you looking at?' I asked. 'Nobody laughed at Nijinsky'. I was referring to the dancer, of course, not the racehorse and Tesco burger ingredient.
The author in tights (extreme left)
Once out, I began to understand the cats' point of view. It was another perfectly bright cold day, and went up Seaford Head to start my run with something requiring effort. There's an arrowhead of chalk cliff pointing out to sea, and on top of this stood a man dressed, as far as I could tell, as Robin Hood. He was being photographed by another man.
