Yes, one week from today we pack up and head for Maine for (if I may say so) a very well earned week of summah vac.

Not that I’m counting the minutes or anything.

This pic is from last year’s jaunt. The gels are staring out to sea not in any contemplation of the romantic visto, but instead in the rayther bloodthirsty anticipation that one or more of the eider ducks sporting in the water below will get slammed against the rocks by the surf. (I suppose it happens, by the bye, but certainly never when I’ve been watching – the fool birds seem to take a delight in playing silly buggers with the incoming waves and skootching back to safety at the last instant.)