The challenge is to obstruct the driveways but without parking apparently. A skip should do it or a fallen tree perhaps.

There's been quite a collection of anti-dog poo signs posted here and over on Funky Pancake but this is my favourite. I think it's important to have a favourite of these things, don't you? There must have been a council committee that got together and passed a motion (ah ha!) to have one of these set into a concrete flagstone. And then they had to agree where to position it. Finally, somebody has to come along with a pair of shears and cut the grass round the edges otherwise it will cover it up. That shows real care.

What's under your coffee table? My Mum has a copy of a Millennium village fare program, a Jan 2003 copy of Hello and a March 2002 copy of OK! magazine. Nice to have something to browse through I guess.
Either Jules as branched out into the food game or this is a spelling mistake. I must admit I thought it would be Julie's Bistro. Then maybe it's Jules' Bisto, a gravy shop.

Most people take photos when on holiday and for me this is a classic. We come here to Cornwall whenever we can and the usual thing people say is "I hope the weather stays fine" or "I hope you don't get too wet". The Great British Summer is underrated as far as I am concerned.
Take the past three days for instance. Each started with fairly heavy rain. On the first day I was running when the heavens opened and I got soaked. We spent the morning playing scrabble, ten-pin bowling etc. and the afternoon on the beach.
The second day we drove to Padstow and hired some bikes. It was spitting as we left the hire centre but we rode 22 miles (and Nathan is only 9 years old!) and it was a glorious day.
And yesterday I had planned to launch my boat but the rain came and so we played Simpsons Monopoly for an hour until it cleared. Then we got going and here is the result: A little beach that can only easily be reached by boat, the sun, the family and you can just make out the ducks. The smiling faces tell the rest of the story. That's my holiday snap!

The cars are fierce in Falmouth so, after they have been parked, the drivers put chains up to stop them escaping. Or to stop other people parking there...or...or...no, I can't think why.

Bob the Seagull, for it must be him, has grown a little and regularly lands on our balcony. He doesn't say much but he's a friendly chap. He will anything that looks like food though so we have to be careful.

A while ago those astute Americans decided that they were getting heavier and so updated the average weight for passengers flying on their planes. 190 pounds apparently. Except in winter when it is 195 pounds.
I am not sure if this sign was aimed at tourists or not regardless of the width of their bottoms or their countru of origin. Sadly there were only 8 of us so we couldn't test the 15 theory out and we didn't have a bike. Oh and no, this wasn't the Millenium Bridge.

In fact beyond that line were two blokes who firstly ignored us and then grunted hello and went back to looking at their 4-horned goats. It would have been helpful if there had been a pot of paint and a brush so we could have finished the sentence off. Maybe Beyond This Line are the words "Beyond This Line"?
