This past weekend Mama and Daddy took me on a run, and it was WINDY. Daddy pushed me upwind on the gravel path, and Mama took the easy turn on the way back. I liked the adventure, I stick out my arms and imagine it’s kinda like flying….except bumpier. My stroller is called a “pram” here, but that sounds a bit pansy so I still call it a stroller. It’s from my cousin Cameron who used it when he was my age in England and in the US and it still works great.