Worcester, Sunday, 29th December, 2013.

Poor Vicky. Not recovered by any means from her surgery and made to walk all the way to the River (and back) despite her sore tumby and certainly in no mood to smile for a 'selfie' (oh no).

Worcester, Friday, 27th December, 2013.

Kayakers kayaking in their kayaks around Worcester Racecourse.

Meanwhile, back at HQ, Emlyn receives a grooming from somebody recuperating and who shouldn't be bending down (even when sitting) to give Emlyn a grooming.

'Yeh, go on Mum, right there, that's it.'

Christmas Day, 2013.

It's everyone's duty at Xmas to keep capitalism going by always discarding the olde and embracing the new. So, it's out with the slot cars and in with a non-digital battery powered train set.

Verdict? Goes like the clappers but the handling leaves a lot to be desired.

Vicky is recuperating from her recent surgery so does not wish to have her photo taken today, thank you. So Emlyn's job is to act as a barrier between lens and subject at all times whilst she instructs David on the black arts of cooking a splendiferous Christmas dinner.

The stuffing is standing and the veggos are ready for chopping.

The Chef creates some chicken-sausage meat and turkey-bacon rolls.

The sounds and smells of cooking are a constant source of fascination (not to mention torture).

If my legs looked like those I wouldn't show 'em off, no way!

Things have gone well so far but David is in need of a power nap prior to the climatic intensity of 'serving it all up'.

All-in-all, it went pretty well, all things considered. 

Not as good as one of Vicky's but ok for a first attempt.

Vicky gave it a 19/20. Emlyn scored it 20/20. He particularly liked his bacon and stuffing on a ocean of gravy.

Worcester, Tuesday 24th December, 2013.

This photo was taken from roughly the same spot as the one of the rowers 

in their Xmas hats in our last blog.

Just shows how much rain has fallen over the past few days.

The river must have risen by 10' since then.

Worcester, Saturday, 14th December, 2013.

Hmm, Christmas must be on the way.

Batsford Arboretum, Sunday, 17th November, 2013.

First things first. It's straight into the cafe for some pre-walk fuel: in David's case a roast pork lunch with all the trimmings. Vicky settles for the butternut squash, brie and veggo tart (and most of the trimmings). All washed down with tea (what else).

The snapper snapped.

A chap and his wives enjoying the peace and quiet of a misty Cotswold Sunday afternoon.

Oh (puff) me poor (pant) aching back (gasp). 

The things we do for fungi.

Nice boots, by the way.

Howard puts down his camera and blends in.

The Cotswolds looking very Cotswoldian.

Is Cotswoldian a word?

It is now.

Fungal army on the march in Worcester shock! Thursday, 7th November.

Autumn is here at last.

You can tell 'cos armies of these 'fun guy' chaps suddenly appear hellbent on taking over.

Here's the same army from the rear. Look at how they are making a pincer movement on the unsuspecting racecourse. 

Thankfully, there isn't another meeting 'til next May.

Here's another regiment, albeit of a slightly different sort. 

That tree stump's got no chance.