My Dad the photographer

Once the supermarket shop was done this morning I had all day to quilt. So, my intent was to show you lot of photos of my progress. However, as Dennis was out at an afternoon rugby match, I thought I'd take advantage of a quiet lounge to sit down with a novel for half an hour. A few minutes later I was awoken by Dennis,

"Do you want half a pizza and chips?"

I struggled awake, slightly cranky at his attitude to healthy cooking. "Oh come on, we have a fridge full of fresh veg. We were going to do lasagne."

His voice took on a slightly hungry, pleading tone, "But its twenty past eight."

What?!

So, no photos of my work but I will show you some photos - a selection of the first ones my Dad took with the digital camera we bought him for Christmas, all taken on a walk in the Lake District near their B&B on 11th January.