A Constant Source of Disappointment

I have given her my love, and she has requited it.. Sheer genius, one of those things I wish I had the wit to have done first. (Much like anything in Gödel, Escher, Bach.) via Our Estonian Outpost.

We have, over the past few weekends, done an awful lot of kiting. Witness (quite bizarrely not friends-and-family only, why is that? I wonder.) flickr set the first, second and third. I think these are some of the better pictures I have taken recently.

There were various old and knackered kites lying around, so we cobbled all the bits together and got another few working ones, and all went back up on Gog Magog down. Bracing would be the term. But due to it being a Sunday, more of the Cambridge kite lot had come out, taking up residence in the best spots on the south down. Still, we managed to have fun, as ever.