Beach huts at Ferring

It was a particularly adventurous walk. Rosie went completely deaf in her definite confidence that this time she was going to catch that little bird that flies just above her head height. So deaf she ignored me as she charged across one field, a road and then most the way across the next field. Just sheer luck that she didn't get run over. So, (annoyingly) will have to avoid that route now.

And that's it, I think. Daisy talked us through methods of execution at dinner. RE homework apparently.