A bad day...

... at the base beats a good day at work. That's a geek cliche. But let's add it up; two days at the range and an evening of perfect light at TyphoonHome, with bugger all moving at any of them except the grass. That's a lot of petrol burnt, as Hermann's not shy of shouting "feed me, Seymour" when it comes to the petrol consumption stakes. Worth it though. If nothing else, it's done my tan good, and it's good to get out and smell the breeze.