Last of the summer wine

Yesterday le Blade phoned and asked Sheila if I could go out to play,when I got back from posting a parcel to Gina,she gave me the message and more importantly permission to go cycling,we left our place and down a track to the sea wall,then all the way south to anderby creek,,a little hamlet on the shore which has a row of houses actually built atop the dunes,it reminds me of florida just north of daytona,due to dehydration we felt compelled to call at a bar on the way home,and build up our energy with a pint of cider.

There are a lot of little tracks and out of way dwellings around the area we visited,some are just wood shacks and others substantial brick structures,a world away from the big cities as we kept reminding each other,it was just like last of the summer wine,two old codgers playing at being young.

Poor Montana,it looks like things are not joy inducing at the moment for him,shoddy workmen at his house and cold rainy weather,could be lincolnshire.

Haute ciusine at Maison Sonia and plaudits from Sandra the Pom,the copper haired Aussie, I hope Michael was saved a little of the cake.