Photobomber

What a grand day. Sausage sarnies for brekkie, two hours in the pool to work it off then two pints to refuel along with an array of top snackage. Then there was a golden eagle to visit and a feather for E as a souvenir. Then it was scrabble for everyone else, a dad nap on the sofa for me (woke up just in time to hear the plot to draw on my face), and a Bond movie to round things off.