Walk On The Wet Side

Today is Pete's birthday; not the BIG ONE, that's next year, but a birthday all the same. I would have blipped him but he's in Cardiff and I wasn't, and he wouldn't send me a photo to show how he was getting on with his non-shaving month (Movember), so he didn't get to star on the Blipternet.

As the weather brightened up after morning coffee at The Encore, we decided to take Dylan up Loxley Hill for a bit of exercise. It was a bit wet following the rain we'd had, but we stuck to the tarmacked path and didn't walk across this field (even though Ann was wearing her wellies, neither I nor Dylan was).

Home then to watch the semi-finals of the Paris tennis, first match excellent, second, predictable.