Airedales on the Move

Awfully sorry chaps, but there won't be a proper blog this evening.

Henry and I have one of those god-awful, yet lovely society weddings to get to this weekend off in some backwater in the south east south of the border.

You know the sort of thing…

I simply must spend this time helping Henry find his second-best black silk top hat, then help him bash the weasels out of it before bashing the dents out of it.

I'm also sure I left his tartan trousers around here somewhere.  They work better with morning dress – albeit admittedly not well – and are just generally a bit less aggressive than a kilt when south of the border.