So, yes I do feel guilty, but no I have no regrets.  From Tuesday to Thursday last week saw AJ and I playing at being rufty tufty mountaineers in Snowdonia, where it sheeted down with rain, horizontally, even more so on the tops, all week.  So, we got very very wet, taught ourselves to play Poker, ate extravagantly, drank a wee bit of malt, and whatever else was available, lost one specific mountain (height 915m, pointy, I will award a prize of a lifestyle shoot to the first correct answer who lives within a 100 miles, or you pay expenses :-), ) by half a mile (yes really), saw families trying to kill their children in crap weather and flimsy takkies and shorts, saw a specific breed of labrador called Archie that had been crossed with a goat, saw many sheep always above us, saw evidence of exploding sheep, and AJ bought himself a rather fetching orange anorak, introduced me to John Buchan, and for such a big fat alpha male wore a very unconfident expression for the majority of Thursday morning, whilst clutching his wet wipes.

We planned Egypt, going at the end of November hopefully, 8 nights, AJ will guard the camera gear by gurning at anyone vaguely dodgy in Cairo.  We revisited the ideas of hiring Blahniks, selling designer kids wear new and second hand, and broke into the Rigby family homestead from 1857 (more prizes if you get close).

Then, very much looking forward to a Saturday morning family shoot in Kensington, London, on Thursday evening I hurt my foot chasing Ryden Noah (our 3 year old Terminator) up the stairs!  Climbing, bad weather, drinking, poker = Injury count Zero….Stairs, home, small shouty boy = broken foot….This is what life is all about…..Sometimes I can just see all the way down into the void.

Lots of encouraging comments about the site, thank you all…A few more comments about the fantastic photography wouldn’t bloody go amiss, but there you go, can’t have everything….Take Care All….R

DT has threatened this for ages, but eventually after a two year long build the SS Titanic big luxury canal barge thing is on the water and caressing a canal’s banks near you…If you’re unlucky…You want to see DT try and turn the damn thing round, it’s like a…well…it’s like a barge.

We spent two or three hours pottering down the ‘cut’, saying hello to ratty and mole, and lots of other water folk. For DT’s album we got some detail shots of the boat/barge/ship thing (no I am not very nautical), despite lashings of great British summer rain, and DT demonstrated that the barge could easily compete with the Radio 1 sound stage at Glastonbury, and that the boat should be called the good ship Bose…..Show off…..My legs are still wobbling.