I quite like taking incidental pics at the moment. Nothing particularly pretty; just - well, incidental. We love party poppers in our house, almost ballistic they are, when fired into the light fittings.

Mateus Rose now comes in fizz.....yahoooooo!

Mark and I in the colander. I love how round we look!

Just about to tuck in to our starters. Mark was met with the realisation of "thinning" when he saw this picture. He is convinced its his own personal solar panel. Hmmmmmm.

Starters - always prawn cocktail, always amazing.

Little Belles. Loves tiger prawns with a passion.

Looking up to Mark, waiting for him to steal a morsel from her treasured meal....ready to stab with a fork! We happen to love this picture very much. As ever, Belle's is peering over her spectacles.

No stealing occurred but instead, a playful nose squishing ensued.

On Boxing day, we took a stroll on the cliff tops with my Dad too and then down on to the beach on the walk back. Mark and I took the pooch for plenty of beach walks this season. He loved it.

We marvelled over the rocks and pebbles (Bridlington bay has chalky white cliffs, providing an abundance of smooth white rocks that have been tumbled a million times by the sea). Mark was adamant that he would find some fossils whilst I searched for pwitties.Ive always wondered who came down to the beach at night to drill holes in the stones. I mean, how the hell do they just appear. I asked out loud thinking it would fall on deaf ears but Mark explained to me just how they happen. Well, blow me down with a feather...... I was truly surprised.

They start off with a small dent in the rock. Another small rock will nestle in the dent and as the ride washes over the pebble, it spins into the dent, making a divot.

we took one pebble out to show you its progress
Before long, the pebble will swill through the rock to eventually escape on the other side. I mean - how did Mark even now this ???? (girly swat that he is). I just find this stuff fascinating. We named this collection the Holey Trinity. Apt, of sorts. I'm going to find some old rope and thread these as a display in the bathroom. They are as large as Marko's fist.
And sure as eggs is eggs, Marko found his prized fossils. And to think, these are millions of years old. Yeeeeps! This one must have petrified a leaf of sorts.

And this one - perhaps a shell?

And then he posed for me with is winnings even though he looks 8 months gone with my finds hidden in his front pocket!

And so home to our Boxing day buffet where the pooch snuggled under warm blankets. Its such a shame he has such a large snout - I can never get both his eyes and nose in focus. Its either or!

And here is the stupendous buffet - cold meats, pickles, junk.....the kind that fills you up for months and sticks to your ribs FOREVER!

Just got to work it all off now............groan!




































