Solstice false-tice

I convinced Philippa to come to the beach with me again last night. I did this by saying “It’s the shortest night so we should celebrate it by watching the sunset over the sea.” I suggested a champagne supper but she wants us both to stay off alcohol while we’re trying to get pregnant, so it was a healthy tea at home and then a gentle walk on the sand. 
We were cuddling in absolute bliss, both holding a glass of sparkling water, when she broke the silence by saying “Hang on, you devious bastard, the shortest night was Wednesday.”
If I may quote many an evil wrongdoer from many a modern movie - “Mwah-ha-ha…”

My blogging has been intermittent this weekend as I’ve been fitting it in between BBC Glastonbury broadcasts.

RC 25-6-17