My favourite shot from our stay in Charmouth. The mist hangs around for a lot of the time.That stretch of beach is popular with fossil hunters, who seem happy to pay a couple of quid to hire a hammer, with which to bash rocks in earnest (which is near Charmouth) in the hope of finding something little and old secreted within. They could have bought a Kinder egg, and the cost of the hammer is less than the cost of an eye patch, which they need after the flying shards take out an eye.

Jools, on the day we went to Weymouth while on holiday. We had been dreading her having the threatened operation to remove another gall stone and her gall bladder, which could have spoiled the holiday. We went to Worcester hospital last week, for Jools to be told that there was no sign of another stone, and that the gall bladder itself had shrunk, and was not worth taking out. This decision resulted from a scan performed in June. Bearing in mind the professional opinion beforehand about an operation, would have entailed six weeks off work (on top of the previous six weeks she had earlier this year). " I was glad to see the back of those leeches" trad arr. A. Hancock. Enough to make one cynical. If it was in one's nature.

This is the lighthouse at Portland Bill. Portland: never in the field of human conflict has one man queued for so long for two 99's. Some people - wearing what I believe we called wind cheaters in the last century, debated at length, upon arrival at the counter, the relative advantages of cups,mugs,milk and the string theorum. If C & A and Wimpey Bars make a come-back, the ripples will start there. You heard it here first.

It was a struggle to find a photo. of me on holiday that my Mom would have approved of.Here you have the R & R version, which would have caused concern for her. One evening on a beach... weird that at the moment I typed that "If Six Was Nine" came on the ipod.