the adlards

It transpires that last night’s pony fixation and lack of sleep may have had more to do with the caffeine in used tea bags than with manic over-tiredness …

And now all she wants to do is r-i-i-i-i-i-de horsies! Not sleep, not eat, not walk to the seaside. Just r-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-de horsies! This could become a problem …

So, here we are on a Thuesday wondering how we could possibly have nearly boughth a place in Criccieth lasth year …

I might quite possibly have had the worst shower of my life today. After sailing I had so much salt in my hair that running my hands through it completely obscured my vision with a cloud of minute particles exhibiting classic Brownian motion. I dashed for the shower, pausing only to draw a bath for […]

Josie had her first sail very early this morning in about 2mph winds, which meant she could have a go steering as we weren’t going anywhere fast. She enjoyed looking at the seaweed and birds and boats. Found it a little frustrating that it took more than 30 seconds to get back to Nan on […]

My oldest friend, Tim, previously mentioned in connection with the excellent advice he gave in relation to the “Monsters in the Bathroom” problem has apparently always wanted to put himself through his paces in a powerful coupe. He promised me pictures of his tussle with an M3, and they’ve arrived, reproduced above. When he’s not […]

Jo and I were on the beach at about 6.30 so that the others could have a little more sleep. As soon as Nan was up it was out with the water pistol and after her. It’s a beautiful day after yesterday’s rain. Pics in the gallery.

Josie and Heather looking at a stream in a verdant Welsh landscape. So verdant it seems to have turned my camera green. Pete and Ros came to say goodbye this morning before we left for Wales. They head back to South Africa next weekend to take up appointments in East London (where, as anyone who’s […]

That’s Adam doing his thing on the bass in the work band – fast becoming an institution, and a very good one at that. Grainy phone picture with no light … I have, as threatened, skipped lunch to retire to my spot under the tree. The Wotton House hotel in Dorking, Surrey should invest in […]

So here I am under my tree …