Awakening from the winter slumber

Just spent a great weekend in Devon at a place called Westward HO with my friends Howard and Laura and their children Hector and Rosa. Lots of insightful chat, playing with the kids in the garden, coastal walking, photography and time spent in the cold Atlantic Ocean under huge, blue, March skies. Paying the price for it today though. I've got a face like a smacked arse, a hip that clicks and chest and shoulder muscles that have lain dormant for 6 months and now want to remind me that they still exist. I can't see them in the mirror but they're telling me they are there.