Home and dry

Arrival home.

Tired children with sand pouring out of their pockets.

A lonesome dad pleased to have us home.

A slightly airless but otherwise tidy house.

A fridge full of man-food.

A new fish in the tank.

A pile of post holiday washing the size of a small planet.

Lots of items from Pound Land to show (Pound Land clearly being the highlight of the holiday - stuff the expense of The Eden Project or the educational intention of the Blue Reef Aquarium, never mind the wonderful sea air and nourishing food etc etc).

And shock horror - a massive black shiny LCD screen lurking in our otherwise very low-tech looking sitting room. I have clearly been away too long.

The bachelor action stops right here.

I am slightly consoled by my brothers freshly baked banana bread and the sun setting over my favourite hill.