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I took loads of photos with my new camera this weekend but only a handful were in focus! I think I need to read the instructions.
We had a full and fun weekend with lots of time spent outdoors.

G wasn't with us on Saturday as he had a day out in London at the High Voltage music festival. Not my kind of music, but he loved it.
Early afternoon me, T and S wandered up to our local park and when T spotted the flowerbeds, newly planted since my visit in May, he asked 'Can we go and play down there, we had great fun the last time we did?' I can't tell you how happy that made me to hear say that. So we spent some time there with our prizes from the wacky games evening, a frisbee and a football.


From here we went to Weston Shore to get in position in time to watch a fly past of a Lancaster, a Spitfire and a Hurricane. You'll have to take my word for it that it was a spectacular sight, one of the many times my photography was inadequate this weekend, but I always get such a spine tingling sensation when I see them.

The evening was spent at a party celebrating my cousin's 18th birthday. All guests were asked to wear only black or white so Emily could stand out in her stunning fuchsia pink long frock.

My two looking smart, well I am biased!

Sunday morning we walked into town as we needed to buy new trainers for the children. This week, much to T's disgust, they will be going to a sports playscheme at his school. I hope to get lots of stuff done at home whilst they are kept busy. Another reason for going into town is there were a couple of events happening. The first was the skyride. There was a live music, lots of stalls selling food (I bought a walnut loaf), stalls selling cycling paraphenalia, free drinks of water and Gatorade being given away and just across the road in another park other live music by various groups at the bandstand which we enjoyed listening to as we ate our picnic.

The final mode of transport we saw was a selection of old classic cars. There were only ever 99 of the Gordon Keeble cars made and approximately a quarter of them were on display in the city centre. The one below is number 3. I took a couple of photos of the interior, but yet again these aren't worth sharing. Very swish inside though.

I don't really get excited over cars, but these are so very sleek and elegant.

So this weekend G used the train, we saw some old planes, we watched hundreds of cyclists and a handful of rollerskaters, coveted classic cars and took a bus ride together.
Plus a quite of bit of shanks's pony thrown in for good measure.