Little A

She's just 10 weeks old, but she has worked out who the soft touch is...

I had grand plans of either a landscape from the beach or a more arty blip, but my niece won that particular argument. The landscape will be there tomorrow, the arty shots will always be in my imagination, but A will never be so young and cute again.

She had been in a right foul mood, but the bad Uncle came along with his fiendish ways and as if by magic, she was asleep. Two hours later, she was so deeply asleep she didn't even want to wake for a feed.

Tomorrow we are off to yet another country, this time for a spot of lunch somewhere in the mountains...