RecipeMuncher

It was getting cold. The sea had leaked through my wholly inadequate aging leather boots and a frustrating hunger was beginning to nibble away at my belly. I was most definitely on the edge of a full-on grump. The GF was still taking pictures, seemingly keen to fill up the entire 8 googabytes of memory that her camera was capable of. [photo credit] ‘Can you just get a shot of me taking a picture of this limpet?’ she asked, very sweetly, it must be said. I trudged over and snapped away, well (...)