Beer Head

A 9 year old boy has his limits.

Tiredness, sense of humour failure, lazyitis all can strike at any time.

As long as Mr Rude doesn't come to visit too often most things are resolved through the passage of time.

Anyway, Branscombe and back via a circular route this morning.

There may have been tea and flapjacks at half way but I can't be sure.

Storm damage visible at Branscombe where beach chalets had been undermined by the sea and were left hanging over the beach.

Glorious weather yet again but there be clouds in that there sky.

Can I contrive a situation this afternoon where I end up eating honeycomb ice cream?

Return home tomorrow to coursework marking and BTEC administration. Mustn't grumble.