Wind Machine

Unfortunately I ran out of time to post a blog yesterday. The Hargreaves and Carrington clans had an appointment at the beach, then later on I had an appointment with the clunk and click master ( chiropractor ), and, to finish off, the brothers-in-law watched the second half of the football in 'The Slaughtered Lamb'- you know the one, open the door, everything stops and the locals stare at you as if you have two heads and a tail.
Our two families set off for Woolacoombe, the lads car arrived at 12, the women's at around 1o'clock. Fiona thought she knew a short cut, but unfortunately the road was blocked and then they got stuck behind a hearse for 40 minutes!. Eventually all the children piled in to the sea and had an hour on the body boards, then, as is the way, we destroyed the sand sandwiches. The migration to the shops(not for some!) followed this, then the time was right!.
I had persuaded Andy to get a board and suit, and, while no one was looking, we sneaked off to hit the waves. Andy had never surfed and I hadn't been for ten months so the signs were ominous. We spent the next hour drinking sea water. It was like a washing machine in there, the wind machine was on and the waves were harder to read than tea leaves. But we still loved it.
Then it was back to the ranch for twenty minutes before shooting off to see the 'back quack' for me, and finally, for us both to see the football.

I know everyone wants to talk about Burton, promotion and or the play-offs etc but we are just trying to concentrate on winning the next game. In between games if you can try to turn off form everything it does help, but that is easier said than done!. Great to see the young children from the supporters trust at training today, I'm sure they all enjoyed firing shots past 'Ricey'. It was good for us to finally see some of Danny's class mates. The only trauma for the children was seeing 'Bevs' shoulder press one of the little fella's.

CH