Bliss.

No cricket (aka cat-herding) this weekend and so it's off to Llani I have gone for a weekend of camping and fishing with Dad.

*breathe*

Aww fuck. It always does this to me. The tent is up, the rods are set up and primed and I've had a few beers with The Big Man (sic).

As a result I'm blissfully, coruscatingly happy. My Hafren is looking healthy, there are lots of fish rising and millions of insects are attempting to shag each other in my tent.

Biology is fucking ace.

The blip? Myself and The Big Man (sic) being a bit tipsy with torches and long exposure. I hope you can see the love! :)