we visited Tullys farm last weekend to pick-our-own raspberries. In fact we just made some jam out of the fruit we got – most tasty. Anyway, we saw a couple of rather lovely pigs.

and a bizarre overhead walkway for some goats…

Geoff and I start the long walk back to the campsite after battling with the elements for a few hours, attempting to catch a break or two.

A few photos from our trip to portugal. lovely weather and good beaches. and tasty fish.

The beach east of our hotel, where the fishing boats and vollball courts were.

strollng back after a tasty meal of fish

The view from Silves; halfway up the hill towards the castle.

At the castle, feeling the heat

The famous chapel – it’s wall being entirly made of human bones. Nice.

a smaller, quieter beach we discovered, west of Amecao de pera

me, posing. you’ll notice that my trunks are of a suitable length so as to cover the knee.

the view from the old village part of the town

Clearly, AA Gill has been to Climping during this sultry weather and seen me in one of those:
” … distressingly skimpy second scrotums that the communist world still clings to as attractive swimwear.”

I had my first swim of the year yesterday, while cycling back from Rustington, after buying a  kite. The sea reminded me of Goa, despite its electric coldness. Overall, it was a most refreshing and cleansing experience.

This exquisitely written, searingly graphic, often hilarious but fundamentally flawed portrayal of life and loves in Regency London, I had looked forward to reading for months. I would take it out of my bookshelf and sniff the pristine pages. It was a beautifully produced volume.

It proved to be a massive disappointment. (Con’t, blog.dodman.org/)