Something I didn't get around to blogging about last year

Peter and I booked a whale watching trip in beautiful porny St. Andrews -By-the-Sea one day last summer. It was raining and we figured it would be cancelled, but we went anyway. It wasn't cancelled, and it turned out to be one of the most amazing experiences of my life, right up there with giving birth to the Boy, except that it wasn't incredibly painful.

We went out pretty far, and wound up surrounded by approximately 30-40 right whales, about 10 percent of the earth's population, according to the marine biologist on board. We saw males and females, young whales and old whales, and we even saw mating behaviour (that's when the females roll over and show the boys her stuff). Some of them came right up close to the boat. It was pretty cool. And Peter got the most amazing pictures.