|The Mother's 70th birthday cake.|
Not the 70th cake - we're not gluttons!
This is the cake for her 70th birthday.
No, I've not joined the cakefarter brigade like The Very Mistress MJ, but there is cake (on the right there), and there is nudity. Well, not full nudity. After all, this is a tasteful blog, not some tawdry affair.
The surprise is that the partial nudity is my own!
Sick bags can be found under your seats.
But before we get to that, let's have some Cake!
(Made by me and decorated by Inexcuseable. I knew she should have had a practice with that gold spray first...)
Oh, the other surprise is that this is yet another beach photos post. Ha!
|This was from just before 9 o'clock this morning at the Coast Road slope in Overstrand|
|Pretty, isn't it?|
|The great claggy swathes of seaweed are less pretty...|
|I'm not sure what's going on here. Are those Borg cubes coming over the horizon?|
Sweden is that-a-way after all...
|I almost called this post "Of Cake and Cormorants"|
but I didn't want to upset Ms Scarlet any further.
|This is where I took my swim|
|It's amazing what one can find on a big groyne|
|More prettiness at the end of the line|
|Yes, your wings have almost the same span as those wind turbines|
|Seagulls and a lone fisherman (he's probably caught crabs)|
|I disturbed this little chap as I was walking back along the beach|
|Bloody tourists ruin everything!|
|Dressing to the right|
|And this is how I left it|
I bet you thought I'd forgotten, didn't you. Well, hold on to your lunch:
|OK, so I'm wearing square-cuts, but it's practically nudity!|
And finally, yes, there was another post between this one and Warning: Nudist Beach Ahead! but that blasted French automaton got to it, so I reverted it to draft.