First day of the rest of my life, and life presses. I'll say it with pictures, for today.
We took Archie to Merchiston yesterday. I liked the feel of the place, relaxed and organised. Helen is unpacking, Archie is admiring his wonderful new telephone.
The Games were good -- the weather less than perfect, but better than forecast. This is how it always begins, as the baronet marches across the bridge with drawn sword. The Once-in-Royal-David's-City moment on Games Day.
My snood took third place
But the red socks, entered in "Best Use of 100 grams of wool", were unplaced.
Here is the Webster Cup, awarded annually to the Best Light Athlete, photographed in our garden on the morning of Games Day with three previous holders, my son-in-law Ed in the middle, his son Thomas-the-Elder on the left, and his other son Joe (the 2011 winner) on the right.
Joe defended the cup. It was so close they had to run an extra race to settle it -- I don't remember that ever happening before. But Joe lost.
The big news of the day, however, is that we came JOINT FIRST in Tilt-the-Bucket. You have to throw the stick through that hole in the apparatus while being pushed rapidly forward in a wheelbarrow. If you fail, you get wet because there is a bucket of water above. Alexander pushed, Joe threw.