skegness round table ball

Ball headgear for the discerning guest

Andrew bracing himself for 3 different complimentary cocktails (of which 2 were absolutely ghastly) and remained, sticky and unloved, long after our departure

One of the two available desserts, shockingly sweet and overpowering - it beat me

It didn't beat Nola though!

Mrs S proving that large amounts of chocolate can brighten anyone's evening with a sugar rush!

Oooh gladrags again

Been busy, what with one thing and another, park opens in 6 days which is a contributing factor! Youngest had 7 friends to stay on Friday night, last stragglers didn't come in from 18th party until about 3am, and I was producing bacon butties for those with Saturday jobs from 7.30 am Saturday morning, so all a bit jaded on Saturday morning. Then Saturday night we went to the Round Table Ball, and big boy attended another 18th, assisting the birthday boy towards paramedic assessment at 2am, and taking him home to his mother's wrath and worry thereafter. Our boy arrived home at about 3.30am complete with ambulance blanket and sick bowls 'just in case' his friend attempted to be sick in our car. Luckily we had a rather more civilised (and successful) evening at the Ball.

Sunday morning at 9am saw us stamping around Snipe Dales with the little dogs, clearing our heads and trying to recover from the lack of sleep. Absolutely beautiful outing, frost on the pathways and clear blue sky. Feeling all energised and ready to take old people out for Sunday lunch. They are beating a path to the door as I type. I would like to think that I shall spend this afternoon riding my beautiful horse around the countryside, but the ugly truth is that I shall light a fire and have my own medicinal nap after lunch. C'est la vie!

Back to salt mines in the morning, and increased attendance of 6 days per week for the open season. Tuesdays now become the happy day, and all the rest pin on the grin days!