Birthday swim

My birthday. Aside from the getting older bit it was very nice. 
Sam came home on the sleeper from Scotland, full of adventure, in time for breakfast laden with birthday presents of Scottish gin, socks and a man in a kilt fridge magnet ( and no Ticks). 
Me and Francis went for a swim then I snoozed on the sofa and did some cleaning before a few of the local folk came round for a little back garden fire. 

Low key and quiet and just what I wanted.