Waving at me.

We got up fairly  early  for a Sunday  as J wanted to go to a train fair  in Barry. He manged to spend an arm and a leg, again, but he's now a happy chappy. We drove back on the coast road, but the weather was too bad to take any photos, and there is nowhere to stop anyway. We  decided to go to Porthcawl ,to check out what the waves along the harbour wall would be like.  I have seen them higher, but the tide was going out, and it was too windy to hang around for long.  Back home  now, and J is going through the goodies he bought, so all is quiet,and I am reading the paper. Very sad to hear that Sir Terry Wogan has died. We must live every day, as if it were our last.