It's good to be back...

Returned today from a lovely week in Coverack in Cornwall. Weather was mostly "challenging" but got a walk or two in and had a relaxing time. Did you know that Cornish people are legally obliged to sell you a pastie is you knock on their door and they live under 100ft from the sea? It's true. A very nice old lady provided us with two that were so hot that even by the time we'd driven for three-quarters of an hour, then walked down cliffs to a beach, lounged around for a bit then decided to eat them, they were still warm. And delicious.

Managed to catch the re-run of the Australian GP. Great race - see? F1 isn't boring after all. Just add water! Great drive by Button and amusing to see Hamilton irritated by his team's decision. Doesn't like being beaten, does he?

Managed to get home in time tonight to see Matt Smith's appearance as the new Doctor Who. I thought David Tennant was brilliant, but Smith got off to a great start in a witty first outing, along with his new companion, the delectable Amy Pond, in a story with an escaped alien prisoner being chased down by his jailers, who were fine with the idea of destroying Earth if he didn't turn himself in. Good to see that the Tardis got a regeneration in and managed a paint-job too. Liked that a lot. Why the St John's badge on the door though....? Did you spot the coat stand? It's been missing in action for a long time. Only complaint was the re-worked theme music. More, please! (Episodes, not the music...)

And tomorrow is the Malaysian GP with Webber on pole...

Happy Easter everyone!

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