3, 2, 1....

Blastoff.

I kept trying to get a shot of the rocket leaving the launch pad; but the only one I got of the rocket in the air was not that good.

I preferred this one with Ciarán just about to land on the pump.

An unbelievably hot bank holiday, and two very tired boys tonight.

Took the both to the park for a picnic, and took along the rocket launcher he got as a birthday present.

Start my new project at work tomorrow and off to the big smoke for some meetings (will take the Ixus with me just in case I manage to get a shot of something).

In other news I managed to pull something in my knee yesterday in the pub whilst twisting at the table to pass the sauce; such pain in it. I'm falling apart!