I didn't get up even nearly as early as the previous day. This is probably just after I got up. I may be washing my hair here.

This is lunch I think, which looks distinctly pasta-ish.

What a beatiful day! Lovely blue sky, hay in the fields, little old cottages, jumpers for goalposts...

Dad and Janie outside Carreg Bach, their hideaway from all the youngsters.

The three of us went for a walk up the mountain. Here's Dad and Janie near the base of Lord Newborough's path, just up behind the chapel.

I think Dad and Janie went back down fairly soon after we got to the top, to do some cooking or something. If memory serves I was attacked by hordes of flying ants shortly after taking this picture.

Let it be known that I take whisking VERY seriously. I'm guessing this is me making batter for Yorkshire Puddings here.

Clearly I whisk so fast the camera can't keep up!

It some point I guess it is also mandatory to get a certain amount of flour on one's face.

The guys throwing frisbies out the front of Plas Bach.

I'm quite pleased with this mid action shot of Martin running for the frisby.

Dad and Luke enjoying the wall out the front of Plas Bach. It is a great wall.

This must be dinner then. I'm assuming it was some kind of roast meal, what with me making Yorkshires earlier, and the fact that it was Sunday and everything.

Me looking quite unhappy at the sight of meat.

After dinner we retired outside, for what was a lovely few hours drinking, chatting and watching the sun go down.

I'm really rather proud of this picture. There's something quite wonderful about it that I can't quite put my finger on. Maybe it's the colour the fading sun has given everything?

There's an exposure fault (a big pink line) in the original, perhaps understandably as I was taking a picture of the sun here. Given my somewhat basic level of photographic know-how I'd tried to hide the sun behind this wine glass. In the end I think the wine glass really added something. I very rarely retouch pictures from my digital camera, but it was really easy to do in this case, and, to be honest, I'm fairly pleased with the result.

In a second attempt I employed Alex's head to block out the sun. Conclusion: Alex's head is bigger and less transparent than a wine glass.

Hmmm, well the light has probably gone a little too far now...

It's a bit of a shame about the finger on the left hand side of this picture. Still though, what a big strong lad Alex is!

More to the point, I think we did actually have to jump for it in the end, proving Becca is also a big strong lass!

Not sure who this is on Alex's back here. Maybe Lucy, maybe Sue.

Bizarre picture this one, but oddly I kind of like it.

This was not in any way staged - the snail got there all of it's own accord... I'm not sure that red wine is particularly good for snails though, so I did gently remove it afterwards...

...although not before getting another picture of me and my snaily friend...

..well another one as well. You can't really see the snail though. A bit too dark.

Later on, Dad and Janie went back up to Carreg Bach, nd the rest of us congregated in the girls' room.

For some reason we had a blue glowey stick (Martin is holding it here).

A picture with the lights and flash off - amazing - you can still see the blue glowey stick. A bit like a light sabre fight by night.

A closeup of the blue glowey stick.

I don't remember this picture being taken so I may well have actually been asleep here. I guess Alex took this as he was probably the only other person who understood the somewhat mystical operating procedure for my camera.