Hazy day.

Visited a very close friend of mine and his wife and two little 'uns. After a night where we had managed to drink ourselves into a rather messy stupor, we wandered round their local village of Nettleham in Loncolnshire. What a lovely wee place. Oh, and may I recommend the Black Horse if anyone is ever in that neck of the woods. Got guided in by the Red Arrows when I was driving there. 6 of them practising their smoke trails literally going alonside the car. It was mental. Admittedly, they were going a little faster than me, but I had no idea that's where they trained.