'I've canoed on that.'

It was a bit odd to go to Cumbria but not head home. As Mum and Dad were in Cornwall until a couple of hours ago, there didn’t seem any point in getting sidetracked from Dave’s housewarming.

I haven’t been out drinking in Cockermouth since the early nineties. Refreshingly, the pubs haven’t felt the need to trendy themsleves up or anything.

I managed to make it most of the way through the night without mentioning sheep, which is for the best. Very tired, I’ll try to put together a coherent post tomorrow.

And, for reference, the value of Spinneyhead is on the rise at Blogshares, the only market that counts.