Cain't help, lovin' that man o' mine...

Eric's own band, www.myspace.com/jazzpopquartet/ have done their first gig!
The gig at the Cat's Back, a pub in the more respectable end of Wandsworth, was fantastic.
My small input can be seen here. Yup, Brits will know, I totally ripped-off Top of The Pops. But it works.
See, check out my man on our balcony, on the new table and chairs we just bought. He's a good one.
He bought us this book, for our next day off (I think I'm the bad map-reader involved)
which even printed a Country Code for the discerning rambler.
I picked this walk, in Effingham, (unfortunate name, apparently nice place).
We couldn't find where the walk began, however, probably because in this publication (which was a little old, being a Charity Shop Purchase) every walk begins at the overground rail station of the town concerned. There are no maps (the clue is in the title, see.) and we were driving, which proved problematic.
Somewhere between Cobham and Esher, Eric and I found a car-park, which looked to be surrounded by a public park with signs for walking!
Where IS Elmbridge?
This was the map Eric's in front of. I've decided I like maps. I don't care if I can't read them, I like them. You know where you are with a map...
I like walks that begin with something like this, too.
Eric said he felt like he was back in Quebec, which warmed my little heart strings a bit.
Check out this twig-built shelter we found! It reminds me of a book I used to love when I was little, where a hedgehog builds his houses all different shapes until he finds one he likes (the round house rolls down a hill. Silly hedgehog...).
I love how this trees' roots are desperately clinging to the dry earth on the edge of a ravine, where the rest of the ground has crumbled away. Eric's doing his bit for clinging, too