A two coffee day. Treat! My excuse was the hike was exhausting.
Table. Perfect for beer pong. Apparently.
A circle walk up and along the Ridgeway and back from the awesomely named Honey Street. We saw two other walkers on the route (excluding the canal bit which was heaving). But then it was blowing an absolute hoolie. Lovely. As always, thanks chaps, a most excellent strole.
I used to do this 3 or 4 times a week. Now it's 3 or 4 times a year. Paddington to Dean Street via Hyde Park. It felt quieter than Wallingford. Actually, it was market day in Wallingford and I'm pretty sure Wallingford was busier.
Ewok taking shelter after getting wet and windswept from whatever storm it is that's battering us at the moment.
If "walks" was a series then there would be more than a few posts in it.
Enjoying a quiet spot out of the wind along the harbour wall, reading random stats about the carbon impact of everything, when a group of very friendly Welsh motorcyclists arrived looking for a spot to park.
How could one say no?
In Mum's lovely garden.
I know how to treat a girl: out for a dinner date.
Takeaway pizza and a quiet but windy spot on a hill with a view. 10 points for the view, not so many for everything else.
Possibly the smallest house in Padstow.
M helping out with the unwrapping.
There was something extra under the table. Took a while to spot it.
Happy birthday beautiful.
Snow in April? Proving that it's never a bad day to ride.
I tried to make it look like I'd stopped for the view. More like I'd run out of puff. Up hill, in slippy snow, with a demister failure with my spex.
The garden has changed. Controversial I know, but the boys claim to prefer it as it was.
Cue silence at the dinner table.
Lovely time with the S's — as lock down opens up, slowly, slowly slowly…