Patience dear boy....

BWith just over a week to go till we fly out and the Hoover already packed (you need to keep up....) the kids are currently residing at grandmas and we're sat drinking tea and hot chocolate in bed......living the dream baby ...:/.  It's been a very odd few weeks and too be honest not the easiest of weeks, but focussing on how I might be able to route drainage through the house keeps me positive....(yeah I know) ...   We were at a great wedding last night tucked into the secret beach at tunnels in ilfracombe and set against a backdrop of the sea. A group of us managed to congregate around the fire pit for some warmth ( after much piss taking over the man trying to light it and his rather bad attempts.....never light a fire in front of a panel of experts ) and it was lovely to have so many positive comments and discussions with people who don't think we're mad....     One person asked me ( I promise I was  asked) to show them some pictures and I duly whipped out my phone to show them and flicked quickly past one which id forgotten about taken across the border in Sweden ( about 39 minutes away) but that captures the feeling at some points  in time.  Read into it what you will.....but for me it shows many things, not least of all that sometimes you just need to be patient.................…..................

.........and in Scandinavia  always wear warm pants and a vest as it can get cold waiting for your dinner to swim by.