So our really good friend Mrs Fink is doing a midnight charity womble tonight in aid of the Hospice of St Francis (Berkhamsted) and the challenge was if she raised £100 by this evening, she would do it in pink jim jams carrying a life sized plastic heron, well this is the picture of her all set to go and womble after raising in excess of £485, fantastic.

A fantastic cause and an excellent outfit.

Yes indeedy do, I got my birthday treat, a day riding 883 Sportsters, 1200 customs, Easy Gliders, Super Gliders and the ultimate Arnie mobile, The Fat Boy.

I gotta get me a cool bike now.

And on the way home we had to stop at Coed-y-Dinas, the wonderful little countrystore in Welshpool that we visited very frequently when we lived here.

Today is Mr Foggs Harley day in deepest Wales. I dropped him off this morning in Bullith Wells into a room full of Harleys to have a go at riding. Left to my own devices I have come along to the Elan Valley to a series of reservoirs. breathtaking, and the weather is just fab. Wales, we miss living here every day. I cannot explain it, but this is home! Who can resist the rugged hillsides, dark cliffs contrasting with every shade of green and soaring buzzards. clean white sheep and landscapes of every scale from every angle.

I visited a kite feeding centre this afternoon where over 200 red kites descend from the skies into one small field to eat meat put out by the Kite trust. An incredible sight to see these magnificent birds of prey gather and soar, darkening the skies for one brief moment as they come down.

Meanwhile, Mr Fogg is still riding Harleys through the Welsh countryside, wonder how he is getting on?

So the Mrs and I have joined an “hexclusive” gym at an even more “hexclusive” golf club, oh good god!!! Snobs. The gym is lovelly but the pretentious nature of the doddering ole farts up here is amazing, gad zooks.

We gymed this morning and then decided to go into the BAR, oh boy, never have I seen so many grave dodgers all done up for Sunday lunch and there was I scruffy T, shorts and thongs (that’s flip flops to you chortling in the background). Can we get our 3 course lunch for £13, errr no cos you aren’t sat the right side of the partition wall says the half dead ole bat serving, however since you are sat the wrong side of the wall you could have a lamb dinner, if we had any left cos the grave dodgers have scoffed the lot!!!

Our first experience of an “hexclusive gowlf clurb” full of Thriller extras!

Ah gotta love the snobby alf.