It was a cold but bright day. A perfect day for football. The Gorse Fox saw the Silver Vixen off to her Pilates session then grabbed his stuff and headed to Worthing for football. We had a good turnout, playing 7-a-side. Unfortunately, it seems that the Gorse Fox has fallen into a bad habit of losing and so it was today with a 3-1 defeat. The Gorse Fox can't even console himself with a goal for the annual tally. It is looking very unlikely that he will match last year's record as he is way behind already.
Back home, after some soup and a quiet hour in the Orangery, the Gorse Fox returned to the study to select photos for the next two years of the emerging photo book. They still have to be crafted into the book, but the initial selection has been made. He finds it very interesting looking back over the years and realising how different his photographic habits were from year to year.
(Cousteau-cub sent a message last night. It appears that, through her work, she is scheduled to call one of the chaps who plays football with us on Sundays. Small world, eh?)
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