Sisters: standing on their own two feet

Megan & Jenny: doing it for themselves 

My favourite sister-in-law and the current Mrs. Medd dragged themselves away from the kitchen long enough to spend a few hours at the seaside today. The weather held ('it's just like being abroad') and both the long walk on the beach, and the ubiquitous fish and chips, ensured a good day was had by all.
Even the men folk.

Life's Too Short

That's what we keep telling each other. And now Daisy is getting in on the act.

I'm looking for the wessel

It was Saturday lunchtime and Lee and I were blowing the froth off a couple of cold ones, when in walks a total stranger and makes his way to our table. He reached for his inside pocket and pulled out a faded black and white photograph. Pictured was a very old ship. 'I'm looking for the vessel' he said pointing at the photo profusely. 'Do you know where it went down?' I looked at Lee. Lee looked at me.

If only he'd been Russian and couldn't pronounce his Vs.

All at sea

I guess this is what happens when they only ask you for a fifty pence deposit; I'm surprised they're not all out at sea blocking international shipping lanes.

It's not rocket science

I have a new toy. The Prof gave it to me when he came back from a land down-under. However, to get the full effect of a boomerang you need space: plenty of open space. Such is our Summer this year we had a big old empty beach to ourselves on Sunday last; the tide was out, the deckchair attendants had been rained off and there wasn't a soul in sight. Perfect conditions. Playtime.


Throwing a boomerang is easier than you think; catching a boomerang when it comes back to you (and come back to you it does) is not. It's impossible. It will find you like a heat seeking missile; sticking your hand out to retrieve it is foolhardy, not to say downright dangerous. We were lucky we weren't decapitated - you can't take your eye off it for a second. If you do it'll have your eye out. Nothing's so sure.

So, to sum up: anybody can throw a boomerang. Nobody can catch one. And never turn your back on one. I'm hooked.

Seaside Shuffle

It's getting warm; time to go to the seaside. That means hopping on the (steam) train, a walk in the sand, a couple of pints and fish and chips sitting on the harbour wall. Train home.

Gotta go, the train leaves in half an hour.