Legs. He had two, again. Always fascinating how bipeds learn to throw themselves off balance and propel themselves forward without falling over. If they get really good at it they can even do other things at the same time, like read a journal as the Doctor makes his way outside to meet himself.

While the weather was clement, it felt like a grim sort of morning really. After all, he's heard and read the news. He has to wonder if his elder self was so excited to get out as a distraction for them both.

Drawing up alongside himself, out comes his hat and he places it on his head.

"I can still taste earthenware, you know."