The Easter Bunny

Did I say bunny? I meant buddy! After a fab Sunday lunch cooked by the equally fab Janet, we four yougsters left the old folks snoozing and went for a walk.

Greg and I both took the ultra-wides and you can see a fine picture of my elderly ear'ole by clicking here! It only seems fair to offer up this traditional easter roast amidst a host of golden daffodils, rather than the chipped and crackled mill house in the extra. 

This is how we roll, fuelled by good food and good wine and not a little Armagnanc. It occurs to me that today is the first day of the fourth year since retirement. Life is good.