A fine weekend

It was, for once in this benighted summer, a fine week last week, so Keith and I were finally able to set off in the caravan for a long weekend in Barmouth, chosen for its long, flat cycle ride into the town from the campsite and the large expanse of beach available for dog-running-around.
Paddy has been before but it was Jake's first time, and probably his first time on a beach of any kind, as you can tell here by his obvious lack of comprehension as to what one does on a beach. In the end, he decided to be guided by Paddy and just have fun.
As you can see, they are both so fit that it only took them about two hours to recover from the exertion!
Jake is definitely built for comfort, not for speed.
Is it too much to ask that they untangle themselves by retracing their steps?
Yep!





A Mother's Story: Little boxes

A Mother's Story: Little boxes


Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...