Normal service has been resumed

Summer 2008, eh?
It's been wet.
Very wet.

During our time in Cornwall, we squeezed in a single day shivering on the beach.

But ...
... there were trips to Lands End, the Lizard, Penzance, Falmouth, the aptly-named Eden Project (where I've always wanted to go and it certainly fulfilled expectations).


Then there was a damp forest picnic ...


and a walk to the cliffs ...


... And pasties to be consumed ...


... And a hefty dollop of Cornish culture in the shape of a night spent grooving at a Four Tons of Funk gig.
(This latter was so far removed from my cultural frames of reference it's hard to describe.
Suffice to say we were conspicuous for being among the very few people NOT wearing dayglo Afro wigs, psychedelic stretch nylon mini skirts or flares and massive heels exceeded only by the length of diamante-encrusted false eyelashes.)

Oh, and I had an evening jamming with Minx's samba band while da boyz watched the Oh-Limp-Ix.

But best of all were the late, late, very late nights spent with the Magical Minx, putting the world to rights.
(Unfortunately, the world seems determined to ignore our efforts, but we're not giving up.)

So it's been wet, yes.
But definitely not a wash-out.

And there's still another couple of weeks of holiday left.
The forecast is ... wet.

But we have plans.