Will be offshore for the next couple of days, Thames Estuaryish on this occasion (ooh you can see my house from here), and then when this little lot is done and dusted it’ll be up to Aberdoon (a very fine toon….some say) for another couple of weeks. Crikey the fun never stops it seems. This is the 13th weekend yours truly has copped away this year and it’s not fair………on the public. Keeping moi separated from an adoring weekend public just isn’t playing the game.
Food OK here but a tadge on the minimalist side of things. This, in the light of one’s bulk is probably a very good thing but at this very moment, a certain 50 something’s belly is definitely a rumbling and craving satisfaction. A 6 piece Kentucky would certainly help at this point. Either that or a ‘slimma’soup (around three litres with a large loaf handy for mopping duties).
Not just the belly that’s twitchy, the old tringer finger sems to have developed a bit of a twitch lately, the call of the skeet is having an effect after all…….your honour.