What amazes me about this film is how the man seems to have no bruises apparent from practising his art…
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.
Throw in some Cava and it’s an absolutely lethal mix.
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With some little boys, a life ahead full of Rock’n'Roll attitude seems inevitable. Like his namesake Angus Young, my nephew Angus seems destined for something like that. Recorded in Easter when we were playing with music on the computer together.
Managed to get this bit of editing out of the way in a very short space of time (as you can probably see).
We didn’t take the camera into town with us on our visits so this is all beach and campsite stuff.