What an enormous git I feel, despite cycling a mile or so, with a ten year old perched on the back of Gretel.
It's always been kinda easiest and nicest that when my 'bush cutter' friend comes from Leeds, that we go to the local curry house for a meal. So after watching him delicately cut bushes today, we set off for our curry. Coming back was not good, with a belly full of curry and a couple of pints. (Am I a man bird?)
I was really touched by Dave taking some nice pics of me, to go on here. Sorry if you don't think they're good :) But hey, he did his best with the materials he'd got!!! :) (ie my face, but you know how a joke's never as funny when you've had to explain it?)