My uncle, Daniel, and me on Kenwood. I'm gonna call him Dod Dan - Dod being Hebrew for Uncle, actually I am probably going to call him De De for a while. This Kenwood trip was my last chance to see him before he heads back to Israel until Pesach. Next time he sees me, I'll be taller than he is.
Kenwood was lovely, the brightest of skies, the freshest of days (I know I don't have so much experience to go by, but this was lovely)