We walked in sunshine...

 ...and Miss complained every step of the way.

I took Miss out on a day trip to somewhere nice but underrated on her trainline the other day, and it was probably the last day of seriously good weather we'll have this Summer. Which is why poor Miss didn't cope too well, sunshine is one of her nemeses (like stairs :)). It was also a great chance to explore a town which used to be an old stomping ground for Kentish Miss and me, though we tended to just rv at the hotel and spend a few hours letting her practise her mummification skills and it's hard to get in any sightseeing when you are hooded and mummified and panting like the proverbial on heat. 

But we had a good time Miss and I, in spite of the complaining and the broken bottom issues, and found a good restaurant for lunch which i'd happily return to. Thanks Miss for picking up lunch btw, very naughty of you as you had nothing to apologise for. Except maybe making such a half assed attempt to finish your main before still ordering dessert. No more than in keeping with the half assed, broken bottom issues of the day. 

We sat on a busy part of the train so there was little chance for any on train affection and after a nap at home and some tenderness for Miss there was also no time for any therapy. But that's ok, i will be better for some denial, pop better as Miss put it, and last week's session was terrifying enough as it is. More on that later.

So a fine day of new memories, of thinking on fond old memories, of sunshine and a bit of grousing.

The programme of jaunts will continue...