But it seems my fingers can still dance over the fretboard. Well, as well as they ever do, anyway.
So we're all good. On in two.
A journal of my sailing, my dogs, my band. I can promise photos, but not consistency; as far as subject matter goes I'm a bit of a nomad, so can at times drift about the place with seeming abandon. www.instagram.com/tatali0n
But it seems my fingers can still dance over the fretboard. Well, as well as they ever do, anyway.
So we're all good. On in two.
This is Guinness's little brother, Oscar, saying hello to Budd. Oscar is pretty sure he's a GSD himself. Budd is just slightly bemused to finally meet somebody shorter than him.
The verdant field was awash with wildflowers. This is a lovely time of year.
Wind is a complete lottery. Spun 180 degrees ten seconds before the start, caused absolute pandemonium.
Lovely being back on the water though.
Don't really understand how the boy could be so tired. Every Wednesday is the same.
Nik works Wednesday afternoons, so Sam has always walked to his Gran's after school on a Wednesday and I've picked him up after work
He's old enough now to just go home and let himself in, but he likes visiting his grandparents, so the tradition continues.
But clearly the conversation is lacking, because of late whenever I pick him up, he's asleep on the floor.
To be fair, I doubt it's the company. Harry is always great fun, and nobody sleeps around Lil.
I think it's just an odd teenage thing. A week of early nights are clearly needed.
Made a start tonight, and sent him to bed an hour ago.
He seemed grateful. I felt jealous.