It was a lovely day for a long walk - with temperatures high enough for the turtles to be sunning themselves, and wind so hard the Beloved had to bow down his head in order to not lose his hat. We walked and held hands and all was well with the world.
Plus, we found that our local supermarket has not faded out the Chubby Hubby and the Americone Dream like our big-city store has. Icing on the cake of what was this Sunday.

And I didn't even have a Celtic Crush hangover from last night.
A+