Son+Heir and I had decided to subscribe to two very different projects this month. Suffice to say, one of us was to be growing a moustache and the other was to be taking part in National Novel Writing Month. I shall leave it to my astute readers to work out which of us was planning to do which (and for those of you who guessed incorrectly, enough of your cheek!). However, I can report that by day four Son+Heir had annihilated his nascent whiskers, presumably because they risked interfering with his aerodynamics on the hockey pitch.
|"You've got a jacket on so you've no business in here!"|
|We Shetland folk like to stick together...|
|The roof moss marauder in precarious mode|
|Pretty in purple - my pot of primulas (or polyanthas?)!|
|Modern vista - the wind turbines looked like weird metal flowers|