Travels

Flat hunting remains without hope. I looked at a shoe box on Monday - the room we have at Raine's mum's house is bigger than the three rooms of that flat. Saturday we looked at somewhere we'd have loved...had it not had the worse damp we'd ever seen. Our last house had damp, but that flat rivaled a swimming pool. We're thinking we're going to abandon the hunt until we're back from Newquay. We go there for a week next Wednesday (the 8th).

It's good being back by the sea. I'm a water baby at heart. We go for walks at sun down, listening to the waves lapping up, and a few days ago we managed to capture the beauty:



Sunday was a glorious day. We purchased a super cool frisbee, and spent the afternoon on the beach with friends. The frisbee is actually a hi-tech flying disk. Aparently someone won a world record with one - they threw it a quarter of a mile. It does fly like nothing else, but we're not planning to run after it for a quarter of a mile. At sun down we came up with the idea frisbee golf/hoopla - you have to get the frisbee around the golf post:



Once the sun went down we hoopla-ed ourselves some drinks:




The surfboard is now here. The roadtrip to collect rocked. T'was a sunny weekend:



Made it to the hotel in good time. We scored ourselves a recession bargain - Days Inn are selling their rooms for £25 a night.



Set off early to get to London, and had much fun figuring out the roofrack. It actually wasn't too hard, but it was stressful - worrying if we'd done it right, or if the board was going to take flight on the motorway. Thankfully we had it right:



We stopped by Milton Keynes and had noodles with Paul. Now she's sat at home, waiting for some waves, and isn't she beautiful:



My dad's doing really well. I spend time with him everyday. Unless it's long distances he can walk everywhere now. We all went to see Gran Torino last night - really great film!