Cannon firing at Fort Nelson, Portsmouth.

Help, I’m in 1863! I did a little time travel experiment over the weekend, but now I can’t get back. Things aren’t too bad, we seem to be having a little bother with some chap called Johnny Reb and his confederate friends, but I believe history is on our side. Been nice to know you all.

Lush Lips, Hold Me, Kiss Me, You’re Fab, My Wee Girl.

Rocket Day 2 at the Fower Pots, Cheriton. Helen, Alice, Roo, Gareth, Dave, James and Rob in the pictures. It was great and I didn’t even come home covered in vinegar this year.

Tomorrow is rocket day and this is a piece of highly engineered space technology.

Some people stick their tongues out when they’re concentrating, it shuts the taste receptors off, saving precious brain processing power. I, however, tend to go all pirate and stand on one leg. I’ve spent the weekend concentrating and it did require a degree of rocket science.

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