A month ago we were in Suffolk, lovely Suffolk with its big yellow sun beaming down. We took the rowing boat ferry from Walberswick across the mouth of The River Blyth and then we walked into Southwold.
At the end of the pier I asked Shirley to snap a picture of me looking through a hole in the "I Walked the Planks" set. There I am at the end. Pirate Pudding in my blue and white breeches grasping my cutlasses! Avast me hearties!
There's nobody looking out of the other face holes and that's a shame. If I could I would have stuck a couple of bloggers in there - Red and Jenny - hardy Canadian pirates. Together we'd have marched into Southwold terrorising the day trippers and demanding free beer and fish and chips from terrified townspeople.
I thought you might like to see what Waterlogue has done with the top picture:-
Ah well, I think it's time to get up off my fat arse to make bolognese sauce for this evening's meal. I guess that's something that real pirates never had to do. They were too busy swinging from the rigging or dipping their hands into treasure chests bursting with pieces of eight.