Storms ravage the country, and once again we managed to keep Devon relatively dry for a long weekend. We should get paid for this.

A lovely time had by all – lots of Dartmoor running, plenty of drinking, not a disastrous amount of sleep loss, the Tour de France’s crucial stages on TV in the the background (and occasionally the foreground), excellent young-people-swimming trampolinic bouncing, a stone of cow rib to eat a youth bike ride, and Timothy Taylor’s Landlord. And a bit of sneezing.

Oh, and some extreme retrieving by Elvis.