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.

After much advice from Helen about how tame (or not) those wild New Forest horses may be, it turns out I’m at least ten times as scared of them as they are of me.

These are two people that look content, having just eaten a proper breakfast. Helen would have been on here too but she span round so fast she came out all blurred.

Dinner time discussion on Tuesday, “If you were going to have a tattoo what would it be?” Suggestion for me by Andy and Alice.

Boscombe Bay beach houses and then (mile after mile of) charred remains on the way home through The New Forest. I’m not sure what had happened, but I think there was a big fire last Summer.