Barnet

I have passed the stage of being need of a haircut and now look as though I am staging some kind of ill-thoughout protest through the unconventional medium of my balding pate.

I did try and get my haircut last time I collected Dan from work but there was too much of a queue, so today I made sure I got there a bit earlier. The Minx took the girls bowling while I waited and finally had my barnet situation rectified. 

Afterwards, I walked back to where the car was parked - just north-east of the paid parking - and enjoyed the the view out across Morecambe Bay.

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