Anyways. So I grew a beard at Machu Pich. There has been speculation since that said beard would look a bit Badly Drawn La or like "the gypsy in Snatch". Here's the published proof that I looked kinda cool with a nine-day growth. This pic was taken just hours after me and Dee had got engaged and we'd avoided the American tourists by making a heady retreat for the hot springs of Aguas Calientes.
Now we're back. Spent Sunday driving up the east coast looking for adventure and finding only smugglers cottages in beautiful Flamborough, home to a lighthouse and Cliff End's Cliff Top cafe. On the journey there we noticed many people setting up picnics in lay-bys (fold-up chairs, chequered cloths, scotch eggs, the works.) Others were just stood at the roadside watching the cars. Great entertainment in Skirlaugh and Rise, it seems.
Oh, and we had an offer accepted on a house. In an email to a mate, I said that Barton was the former home of Robert Elmer Kleeson, the original Texas Chainsaw dude. Apparently he travelled over here to marry his prison penfriend. I'd like to reiterate that we are not buying the house he lived in.
Watching: Gavin and Stacey (although not for wedding ideas)
Listening: Os Mutantes - Ave Genghis Khan