Wrinkly stone (Day 426)

I woke this morning with a bit of a thick head - all Richard's fault again. Going anywhere near his house seems to involve beer in large quantities. It was a fine evening and  we told many tales.
After vast amounts of coffee my beautiful wife took me to visit Crispin and Charlotte, and between us we got their boiler running again. We collected Evie the Wonderdog and headed along the shore for a walk, and I liked the texture of this stone in the wall next to the path.
The postman brought good news today.