So the weekend has finally arrived – my 30th Birthday!! Aaargh! Though I don’t actually feel different now that I’m 30 Years and One Day old, leading up to this weekend I felt some pressure to try and celebrate the Monumental Day in some sort of manner (when I say pressured I mean from a global perspective of course and not any group of people in particular 🙂 )

All year long I have been planning to have a pre-30th birthday celebration so I hadn’t actually planned anything for the Monumental Day itself. Note that this celebration has now turned into a “I Survived Turning 30” party (invites to follow when I get around to it) because the first six months of the year have ended up being busier than expected. As it turned out the Monumental Day ended up falling on the weekend that Sandra, Jules and myself planned on trying our luck at getting to the top of Scafell Pike in the Lakes District (our second attempt.) Unfortunately Mr Rain, the kid known as Bad Flooding, and Miss Plain Old Bad Weather all objected and instead this weekend has ended up being a strange mish-mash of events over a long weekend. A fun weekend thanks to some very good and much appreciated friends – click the lnks below: