6 March 2016
Commamdo felt bad about me missing the Biggin Hill Spitfire flight on Saturday because he forgot to take his keys when he went running. The next day was Mother’s Day and he had a surprise up his sleeve to make it up to me. From the outset I knew he and CJ had something planned other than the card, chilli chocolate and teddy bears CJ gave me when I got up. What it was though, was a mystery. Continue reading A Mother’s Day treat
6 January 2015
With one last look back at the stricken car transporter I pushed on along the shingle spit towards Calshot Castle. The rain had stopped which was a bonus but, the further along the spit I went, the stronger it became. It was a real struggle to make headway against it. Coupled with the shingle I was walking on I figured I was getting my daily dose of exercise even if the actual miles wouldn’t add up to much.
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