Hiking.

Right-ho, off I go. Just me and a teenager and some sambos wrapped in tinfoil, lovingly made my a sleepy paramour. Five hours with a teenager, three of them climbing hills, with a teenager, a talkative teenager who says 'like' a lot.
What was I thinking?
At least it's sunny, which means nothing, as it was sunny the last time I did this too, and that turned out like the following.
http://fatmammycat.blogspot.com/2007/03/finn-fatmammycat-and-mountain-s.html

But no matter, that won't happen to day. It just wont, if I keep saying that all will be well. Laters.