A long cross-country walk with my daughter, involving the negotiation of several muddy footpaths. I tried, without much success, to teach her how to skim stones on an isolated pond. She took the opportunity to hug a couple of ponies that were being ridden past in the opposite direction. Indulged in her “favourite meal of the moment” (sausages and chips) at the Wetherspoon’s pub in West Kirby. She found a book in a charity shop she’d wanted for ages, priced at £1. The train home was at West Kirby station as if on cue. For a few hours, any cares we had disappeared.
When we arrived home, I found that my ticket to the 26th "Pi**ed as a Parrot" Rally (7-8/11/14) had arrived. Oh - and Tranmere didn’t lose.