Carolyn texts

I don't suppose you fancy going to a circus teacher in our little dance studio on Thursday evening? Juggling, diablo, balance board, stilts, unicycle ..... I'll go with you! x

(I reluctantly declined.)

Wearenotamused

I woke up this morning to find one of Carolyn's random text-message queries awaiting me:

C: What is the plural of Hippopotamus?
R: Hippopotwomuses.
C: With a w?
R: It was a joke… Plural: HippopoTWOmuses!
C: That's a very early in the morning joke!

29 not out

I made my 29th consecutive Christmas Eve ascent of Moel Famau earlier today, accompanied by Carolyn, her sprogs, and a great dane named Minnie.

Moel Famau, Christmas Eve 2016

More photos here.

I'm beginning to think I might be in a rut. (As in a groove in the ground; not as in what deer get into.)

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Carolyn shows me her clam

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Carolyn asks me to Bangor

SMS

(And, yes, we did have a lovely time, thank you for asking.)

En route to Bangor

Meeting Carolyn for a hot date on Thursday…

Carolyn's unicycle SMS

28 not out

I made my 28th consecutive Christmas Eve ascent of Moel Famau earlier today, accompanied by Carolyn, her sprogs, her niece, her niece's mum, and two dogs.

On top of Moel Famau

On top of Moel Famau

On top of Moel Famau

It pissed down for the first 5 minutes of our walk, then the sun came out and it was all rather glorious. Am I a jammy git or what?

(As I've said before, you will stop me if this becomes boring, won't you?)

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