Brassy

Son no 1 chose not to come camping, choosing instead to stay with Granny and be no 1 grandson.

I didn't try to persuade him otherwise. Funny that.

In his wisdom he has advised me not to blip this shot, as apparently my legs look like brass poles which will confuse people.

I was fairly confused by the concept of lying in an overheated state on a British beach at the beginning of June.

Anyway, I'm in glorious technicolor, surely that's all that matters.

Home safe, dry and of varying shades of pink and brown.

Just back blipped the last two days.