Evie

Not Evie the Wonder Dog...But Evie beach.

We awoke this morning to a cold house. My Love bravely battled with the bloody Rayburn all day and twice he beat it... the third time it won. It remains victorious and silent. It was a totally shite day for PW, I have since awarded beer.

Meanwhile me and the dogs went to Evie beach to run, chase and roll in rotting kelp (I resisted that last bit).

Tonight we will eat curry and drink wine in front of our borrowed heaters.