A reminder

I pride myself on the fact that most days I don't need a reminder why I choose to live in this part of the world and why I try to make a living the way I do but if I should ever waver I know that I can look at this photo of my youngest daughter taken from the beer garden of the pub less than two minutes from my front door and punch myself in the face. Repeatedly.

Earlier there was work, cycling and comedy sketches. Later there was pasta, prawns and embarrassing stories.

Big presentation tomorrow then a long drive so better get the serious face on.