Sunday morning football.

I did a food blip this afternoon that was (is) all arty. I took this shot - just snatched, this morning.

I felt that although this is more reportage, I preferred it, because in years to come Mrs W and I may need the odd memory jogger to remember how it was.

This is a typical Hugo image. Having spent the day at a badminton tournament in Winchester on Saturday; having been ferried there and back by mum. Having been fed and watered and he promptly crashed out! Now back up again (15 mins earlier he was in bed) and grabbing a bite to eat on the way (ferried by dad) to his Sunday football match.

Its a hard life for some!

He had a good match. No hatrick today but he did score a goal. He proudly boasts that he avarges more than a goal a game, that he averages more than a goal a game fro all season even though he missed half the matches. He is the teams highest goalscorer even though he has played the least matches (due to badminton) and has played some matches in goal!

I think he needs a proper sports bag. Apart from that he looks the classic Sunday morning sportsman and although it is a lot of driving, we wouldn't have it any other way.