Campbridge Pond

Struggled out of bed this morning closer to 9am so MrsT did the breakfast run for H.

H (and MrsT) wouldn’t leave me alone and kept pestering me to get up and take H for morning walk.

Shouldn’t have had that last glass of wine last night.

Nice morning walk to blow away the cobwebs and I took H down to the Campbridge pond which is only a 3 iron followed by a pitching wedge away from our house but we’ve always walked the the top trail around it.

I think the young team have been fishing there as remains of camp fires and cans of beer been left :-(

Nothing planned for today.