Swanbister (Day 1163)

The long grass at the sides of the path up the hill was hanging with beads of water left behind by overnight rain as I followed the woofers along on their morning wander. The air was remarkably still and it was pleasantly warm.
I spent the rest of the morning in town, fitting a basin which completes the en-suite refit. The tiny basin and the unit it sits on is the best use of space in the tiny room.
My boss said I could have the afternoon off and I headed home for lunch with  my beautiful wife before a wander with the woofers at Swanbister. It is a while since we have been there, and we had it all to ourselves as the receding tide uncovered the sand.