I don't normally blog about my personal life in any detail, but I had such a good time at the weekend, I felt I had to commit it to "paper". My Dad died five years ago, and this weekend was the closest to his birthday that the siblings could get together (except for brother Paul, who had a prior engagement). So, Faith and Tim came down and stayed with us on Friday night, and we all got together with Mum on Saturday for a fabulous meal at the Bull Hotel in Bridport. Tim and I shared a whole West Bay crab - truly wonderful except for the poor crab of course.
Earlier in the afternoon, we went for a walk along the front at West Bay and had a good laugh at some poor chap trying to park his junk in the harbour. Some blokes fishing off the quay kept up a running commentary, of which the most telling comment was "He's driving that thing like a bloody wheelbarrow" - cue sniggers.
On Sunday morning - the second sunny day in succession - we went for a walk over the downs to Hardy's Memorial near Portesham. (To Admiral Hardy, rather than the novelist.) I finally worked out how to use the timer on my camera, so here we all are, basking in the sunshine. The perfect end to a perfect occasion!
