I have a poster (accidentally but oh-so-prettily weathered by that time it fell in the bath) on the wall of my office of white words on blue
Three days down the pointy end – a travel post
And anyone who has visited here will immediately get how a perfect descripition it is.
A sausage chain haiku of our little wedge of (slightly rainy) heaven.
This, then, is a small selection of images from our camping trip further down the pointy end this week and and a wistful sigh as to what it could be like if only we could trust the damned weather *
*BUSY. That’s what it would be. Bleddy busy