I recently attained the title of odd-parent from my long suffering friend Gwyenth (yes - she's Welsh). Odd-parent as in a god parent with a lack of religious responsibility. The day was celebrated in traditional Welsh style with a rainy day, a few ales and a longer walk than expected including the standard pushing a heavy pram through a wet grass field whilst being chased by some angry cattle. My favourite.
Here's to lovely Gracie (that's my new odd-daughter).
River Usk.
Gwyn, Gracie and rain.
That's Gracie with a very well behaved (not very often) Rufus. More pictures on my flickr account here.
