Well apropos of nothing the Red Arrows have just flown over our house.This often happens and we think they probably take off from RAF Somewhere in the South West and say, OK, lock in on that white house in the Tamar Valley and then peel off left/right etc.
But it seems like a good moment to share an auspicious occurrence of which we seem to be having our fair share this week.
You'll all be getting fed up with this family and their books but forget mine, a copy of Bugle Boy is in the Tinker's possession and we are all mightily proud of him and it.
He keeps a pair of white gloves to hand for anyone who might wish to stroke it and one or two select visitors are allowed to open it but not read it, however I did persuade him to get it out for a location photo shoot today.
Followed by a bit of writing practice.