Race

"Race you to the sea, Dad"

Aye right, maybe if there was a litre of Irn Bru and a bacon roll at the end I could be tempted.

The fun of the beer festival last night took its toll this morning and so after a bucket of tea and a scotch pie it was off to the beach for a wander.

G pointed out that one of my previous blips is on The Guardian's photo gallery today which raised the spirits too.

I now feel sufficiently re-energised to try and install the Wi-Fi I've been putting off for weeks.

I have a feeling that this evening will be a feet-up in front of a movie kind of night.