Washed out

Today was a washed out kind of day. All three of us are feeling below par and Mrs O has taken to bed all day, leaving me to think of something to do with the boy. The day itself has been cloudy and miserable all day - no fun to be out in, and just about the worst conditions in which to decide to start working out how to use a camera.

I took the boy to the Puffing Billy on the edge of Great Torrington for a walk along the Tarka Trail. He had his own ideas. He did a little loop around the base of one end of the big bridge there a few times, then he wandered a few yards along the path to explore the old railway station (now a rather dreary pub that looks permanently closed) and then he got bored and wanted to come home. We had a little lunch and I've persuaded him to have a nap.

I took loads of photos, but they were all rubbish. This was probably the best of a bad lot. I'd blame the light (which was terrible) but the photographer isn't yet up to much either.