To The Lighthouse...and back

George and I headed down to Barns Ness this morning; how is it possible for the wind to be blowing into your face whatever the direction you're going? Would've been nice to have it at our backs at least once.

Still, all the pedalling wasn't as hard as holding up the lighthouse. I feel I have to point out that was George's idea, by the way.

Mo's bravely taking Matt and a bunch of his mates off to see a film this afternoon, while I'm taking Andy and George and some pals to Space. Where, I seem to remember, no-one can hear you scream.

Spaced