Red, white and blue

My earlier attempt to assuage my guilt at having dragged L up here and away from any festivities at home fell flat on its face when she refused to exit the car down at the village celebrations. Her knee is still troublesome and she’s not herself, plus It did feel a bit like we were crashing someone else’s party.

So we headed on up to the lighthouse where  the foghorn gave us a suitably colourful nod to the day’s proceedings.

Enjoying her holiday

The brew kit back in its natural habitat.  

Watching you watching me x 2.