Oh, sod it, I like this one

I spent the day with Little Miss Talk-a-Lot, the dog, the washing, the menacing clouds and a dodgy pelvis. We were entertained intermittently by people from 'not from round yur' trying to park in the field behind our house for a wedding (I think it's a wedding).

Richard was working, Gemma's doing her usual weekend-long 'getting away from the boring parents in a boring little village' thing and Joel went to Croyde skate park. Sometimes I miss Croyde but really I miss what it used to be before most local families couldn't afford to live there anymore. More than anything I miss sunsets and the sound of the ocean.

After Rich came home I went out in the half-light and pouring rain and photographed honey suckle covered in drips but it was ... well it was honey suckle covered in drips ...

This photo is today: me and Tess and muddling through (and it's a darn sight more representative of her than the washed-out school photo she brought home yesterday)