Flew into Newcastle, UK, via London Heathrow, yesterday morning.  Went out for a run in my cheapo water shoes along the Quayside (prounounced “keyside”)—the Tyne river front.  But running in any kind of footwear these days seems to make my achilles tendon sore and tender.  

I limped around a while this morning, trying to loosen up my old adversary (that poor tendon).  Took off for a walk along Quayside—another lovely day, though rain is predicted today—and pretty soon shed the shoes and walked barefoot.  After a while, the predominance of bird poop and broken glass had me back in the shoes.  But the barefoot half hour or so did its job:  the tendon loosened up and I feel better.

I’m playing a show here tonight at The Sage—with Rodney Crowell, Jedd Hughes and The Flatlanders.

I love Newcastle.  Cheers.