Contemplating my leg-acy (pun intended...)

Good to be back - there's been some changes at Blogger apparently, and for some reason I've been locked out for a while.

So anyway, what's the pun about? Well, I was admiring Fred's legs. He's recently got into climbing at the local climbing wall, Alien Rock, and we were there a couple of weeks ago. I was taking it easy in the cafe, which is cunningly situated on 1st floor level (2nd floor, for our American cousins). This gave me a great view of Fred as he climbed up the wall right next to me.

And that's when I noticed what fine legs he has. I'm very proud of my own legs. They've served me well, especially when walking and cycling. They look good. They get me around the place. This is good, when you live in a place (such as Edinburgh) where you can get most places by walking.

So I'm really pleased Fred's inherited my legs - they seem to serve him well with the climbing, as mine did when I was his age.

Which leads me to think - there's all sorts of things you can hand down to the next generation. All sorts of ways of having an impact on the future. Our legacies are made up of myriad little things, and every single good thing you leave behind or pass on makes a difference.

Which is cool, because it means you don't have to do anything world-changing to change the world.