Went out today with S&F and Sarah to see some old stuff.

Ya know, history and stuff. Queen Elizabeths hunting lodge. Not that the lodge went hunting of course. Eh?

Before that we stopped at a large expanse of water hemed in by forest, with lots of those wet things paddeling about on the surface, what are they called again?

Not Canoeists, ducks - them wet feathery things, you know. And them hissy bastards and the black things with the big feet. Yeah, Swans and Geese and Coots.

So, after pelting the bastards with bread and having a walk about the woods we went and had food.

And then we dropped Sarah back with her Mum at home and headed back here.

Now I am just going for a coffee/brandy/whisky/guitar type interlude and would like to just say that the spelling in this post is all my own drunken work and therefore should be either preserved for the blog nation or laughed and pointed at as an example.

God I think I may be slightly drunk.

Which will please Jo and give her something to talk about.