Well, traditionally, one goes to church on a Sunday morning. So I did.

This was, however, for tub-hunting purposes rather than god-bothering. A generous handful of church micros in Worcester, plus side trips for a couple of others. Qualified for a challenge I’ve been looking at and made substantial progress towards another one, very satisfying.

Only one problem – I slid over quite impressively on the first one, and spent the rest of the day with mud all over my backside. Which is probably why the smartly-dressed parishioners of Worcester kept giving me funny looks. Oops.