Sandcastles

Another wish from last year comes true for me.

Holiday Snaps

Well we got back at the weekend from our short jaunt down to the Sarf-West; Lyme Regis, Weymouth, Bridport and all in between. How wonderful dear old Blighty can be when the sun comes out. One week of uninterrupted, brilliant sunshine coupled with sub-zero temeperatures - that's chips-in-a-cone weather in my book. Anyhow here's a few snaps of the lady with either or both of us and there's that sandcastle I promised to come too.

By the way the short film of Amelia's first 80 days entitled Hallelujah has run into editing snags and has had the release date put back slightly. Expect it in your Christmas stockings.

Getting Ready For Hols

Well we're only 2 sleeps away from our first solo family holiday. A week in Lyme Regis in November may not be everybody's idea of the trip of a lifetime but it's heaven for me. We've got the original family buckets and spades from Manchester and we'll build a sandcastle come rain or shine if it kills me. I don't care if the weather reaches biblical proportions, I'm going to enjoy my seaside holiday with the girls. Talking of which young Amelia is learning to blow kisses, very close to standing unaided and has learned that shouting and stamping your feet doesn't equal getting what you want.