Even better than carrying an RSJ...

Guinness have always done superb adverts, but this one beats them all...

Vegetable aftermath...

Well, after all this good harvesting, there's always a pay-back isn't there...

This has been such a great summer for growing vegetables, and it looks as though it will continue for several weeks...

Pity about the after-effects though!

Welsh voice of rugby, gone...

Cliff Morgan - another rugby hero to pop over the dead ball line.

Best try ever? You judge!

Paradise in Kent...

Scrobs and BP spent a day here (Broadstairs, and paid work for once), and the traditional post-site meeting had to take place in The Charles Dickens Pub, overlooking Viking Bay!

Stunning views of the sea, and the blasted wind turbines in the distance, (all stock still, despite the breeze), and a fearful glance at Bleak House, on the hill (top right)

This really is a hidden gem, spotlessly clean, with plenty of sun and sand for families, and fine hospitality from the pub, which went on a little as there was far too much to discuss...

Daily Grail...

These chaps grow overnight, they're all under 3" long (after the flowers have been removed) and this lot should have gone in the pan last evening, but it's too hot to consider slaving over a hot stove at the moment...

Scrobs' recipe for summer courgettes: -

Three or five like those above
Remove the flower (stuff with something else if you want to), and the stem
Shave of most of the skin
Lay it flat along the edge of a chopping board, and shave strips with a spud basher
Add a few peas (less than two hours old)
Pop in a few torn mint leaves (a few seconds old),
Splosh of vinaigrette or garlic salad cream

Boris Sagtrouser speaks the truth...

Here it is, straight from the horse' mouth...

Big log from the pub...

Years ago, back when we wore flared trousers, Scrobs and co went away on a week's holiday in Dawlish Warren, Devon.

Finances were pretty damn bleak back then, and I'd just posted a form to the bank which stated how we were going to pay off our enormous overdraft, just the day we'd driven off. It was a crap time, but hey, we were a family going away for a week in a caravan by the sea, and life was good wasn't it.

The first night in the huge caravan was interrupted by the sounds from the pub at the top of the cliff, and this song was played every half hour..

Now, as an old Scrobs, I can listen to this song without fear or trepidation, but back then (1982), times were tough...