With my new haircut, my friends on Facebook wanted to see my new image. It wasn't all that new, just a bit blonder really as I had a full head of highlights done this time around. Can't afford it, but it has to be done, right?
In my vanity, with a bit of make-up on, I've stretched my arm out and taken these photos (which I hate) and downloaded them onto my PC. I decided to download all of the pictures from the camera (usually this is hubby's job; he stores them on his laptop and backs them up etc.) as it's just easier sometimes.
I was pleasantly surprised to see photos from half term and I really liked these photos of my dad (Grandad Ron) with the boys. We'd done our trip from Bishops Lydeard to Minehead on the steam train. And on the way back we stopped at Watchet. It breaks up the journey and we get to go on two trains. The boys really wanted to go on 'Daisy' the diesel. They name them from Thomas The Tank Engine - it's cute.
The boys are quite happy to have their lunch (we pack a picnic) on Minehead station. Gosh! Don't even think about suggesting moving away from the steam trains!
Not sure if my dad was really that fussed about having his photo taken, but I took it anyway.
As to the photos of me! Well, you'll have to check out my Facebook profile! Although I am thinking of doing something funky with it in Photoshop and making a profile picture - it's on my list to do.
Looks like you had a great day out. I'm very envious - steam trains and the seaside! What a combination.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by my blog. The New Writers' Scheme filled up super quickly this year so I'm really pleased to have got on it.
Yes, if you're ever near Taunton (Bishops Lydeard) or Minehead... you can hop on a steam train. I love the smell of the smokey steam... coal burning. It's run by volunteers so all the money on the tickets goes towards keeping it all running. It's a really good day out.
ReplyDeleteI am envious of you attending that party and rubbing shoulders with published authors etc. Must be a really great experience. And scary (well, I think it's scary). I'll contemplate the scheme next year... but I'm not sure what stage I'll be at, so might not be ready.
I so want to be published, yet when I think what I've got to go through, it scares the life out of me and knocks my confidence.