Dirty Dancing

"Look here son, there's no way you're getting in that car with me until you've wiped all that dog crap off your shoes on the grass".

Cue ten minutes of Michael Jackson style dancing, including the moon walk as he wipes his shoes frantically on the grass/moss.

I though he'd got it all off until I had to share a cramped changing room with him while he tried on his new gear for the outdoor pursuits place he's off to next week.

Still, him and his sister are sorted now, I managed a quick run on the bike and now I'm sipping on a delightful Promenade Ale from the Brew Shed Beers range.

And yes, I do need to do something with that ivy.