Low Tide

Miss C had an overdue engagement with the library. She was also oddly keen to take a stroll along the river. Master H fluttered about at the end of my arm like a kite in a gale and we quickly froze. It was a delight. Personally, I'd be happy sitting by the fire for the rest of the day, but the taxi wasn't going to drive on its own and that cottage pie wasn't going to arrange itself either.