Don't Try

Evening all.

Sil's birthday today but she was a little exhausted from the journey up so we didn't get around to doing much as a group until the evening.

La famille Richardson ventured up and out for a bit of walking on the hills above the beach to take in some views and to gather a geocache or two located near the beacon.
I'd discovered a ww2 Pillbox last year and spent a satisfying 20 minutes crawling around inside it and standing on the top of it, and foolishly felt that i should share this discovery with number 1.daughter!

As the fifth nettle detached its barbs into number one's poorly covered leg during the descent into the box, i sensed enthusiasm waning a little.

When i realised that i hadn't brought my torch, and affter scaring out a flock of starlings from the depth of the Stygian gloom, it became apparent that i was now alone, number one having abandoned me,cursing, and grumbling,with so many dock leaves shoved down her socks to counter the stings that she looked like she was awash with water retention...

ooops, bad father, bad father!

If i can get the patchy internet connection working i shall catch up with you all later, before i go out for a midnight stroll on the beach with the dog lead, the whisk, the battery and the steel wool......

night all


Therapy?