Football is his only vice

Weekend of camping in Zeeland with J.'s college roommates. The weather probably could've been a bit worse, but not much. We had a good time though, warm tea, booze and pancakes kept us cheerful.

J. couldn't help himself when he saw the ball. A fanatic footballer until a few years ago, his knee bailed on him and he really needs to be careful now. So I watched quite a bit worried, but the look on his face made it worth while.

By the way, when we went home Sunday afternoon, the sun came through. We must have done something to piss off the weather gods.