Vest On. It's Weston.

Weston super Mare was a bit fresh this morning.

I'm sure there's a standard itinerary for a visit to this seaside wonder and we probably took it. We had a little wander on the glorious palm fringed seafront, only pausing to shelter from the sweltering April sunshine. We then took on supplies in the form of some hot chocolates and a coffee, if only to cool us a little.

Eschewing the chips on offer at very reasonable prices we headed to Weston General to pop and see Father in Law who has been resident for a few days. We failed completely to buy him a copy of the Guardian so left shamefaced for our journey back to Bristol.

Some substantial attempts to get my week at school sorted out before I abandoned that temporarily to mow the lawn. Heading out into the back lane I came up with a solution to all the excess tiles we had stacked up so sledgehammer in hand I turned them into hardcore for the back passage (Oooh missus).

So here I sit, being a decadent, sipping a G&T from Mrs RB while the boys attempt to run 100 laps of the garden. It's not full moon and I'm not sure I subscribe to full moon fever but if it did exist they are showing some of the symptoms I expect you would see. Twitchiness, laughing maniacally, strange noises - I think they are ready to return to school.

This is underneath the pier (the best bit!). These young people were just caught in the right spot at the right time.