When we were growing up there was an Uncle Eamon in the family.

Thanks to the little one and my brother, we now have an Uncle Eamon in the family again. It all comes around.

A little light reading on the light rail.

We found this photo of the piggy buried on the camera, so I thought we would put it up. On the first day of the camino, about eight kilometres into the hiking, we arrived at the first significant waymarker - the refuge at Orisson.

I think she was laughing because she had no idea we were about to hike up and over the Pyrenees.

Her first holiday over, Little Pilgrim Piglet was looking supersadface. Then we realised she was coming down with the pox.

Wiggle Wiggle

After her big hike, little Piglet was so overjoyed to be reunited with her Mono that she fell asleep.