Muddy waters

Neighbours, everyone seriously needs good neighbours. It just so happens that I have brilliant neighbours, for instance one, aged 76, is the sort who came out in the pouring rain to help me waterproof the 'infamous' (well in our house) garden shed. I recall reading something about people not knowing their neighbours. I guess there is a luck of the draw aspect to the whole shenanigan.

Anyway, the same neighbour this morning was again helping me with the finishing touches of El Shedo and it made me think about Father's day and stuff like that. I hated Father's day for about 27 years, something to do with no longer having a Father to celebrate, until I became one 8 years ago. So yes to me, neighbours are pretty damn important.

Lovely day, again. We won't get much better than this on holiday I suspect. Met Chris and co for a wander through what can only be described as some of the muddiest sand I have seen in a long time.

So here we see, Child #2 and #1 and two from Chris and co. This was one of the brief moments where the sun was not beating down.

27°