I think I would have quite liked my new Daughter to be born on Yorkshire Beard Day. We stepped up to amber alert status earlier as Eirene (39 week pregnant wife) started having regular contractions. Turns out they were Braxton Hicks contractions, which are faux contractions. She’s had Braxton Hicks before, but these felt like the real deal for a while apparently.

Back to the Yorkshire Beard Day thing though – I’m not entirely sure what it is but it seems to be some kind of festival in Scarborough. I noticed several tweets this morning declairing it as such, and if it happens on twitter it must be real. I like Scarborough. I like beards. I’m classifying today’s 6 day growth as a fledgling beard. Don’t tell the Scarborough lot though. I might cultivate it into a fully formed Grizzly Adams over the next year, or I may shave it off tomorrow morning.
In other news, went for a lovely stroll down Birk Cragg this morning with an old camera. Most of the rest of today (aside from amber alert preparations) has involved picking up Sophie from her first ‘all nighter’ (Rainbow camp.. where apparently they woke at 04:37), baths and the assembly of Coq Au Vin, which I’m just about to serve.