Froggy Morning

When Tom was little he couldn't say 'foggy' and got very frustrated when we laughed at his 'froggy'.

This morning was distinctly froggy, but as the sun rose it quickly burnt away the fog - this is the moment our 8am scullers rowed out of the fog into the glorious early morning sunshine.

(BTW - dinner for 82 people went very well, but I was so busy cooking, serving and knocking back the cava to calm the nerves that I forgot to blip. I'm hoping to get a 'guest blip' from one of Tom's friends so I can record the glorious occasion in my journal.