Sunday pursuits

The new friends round for coffee - and pastries of course. So they got a guided tour of the grounds. And then we settled to chat awhile and things opened up. My heart goes out to them; in their seventies, full time carers of a grandchild, with a daughter with addiction and mental health issues. They do so well; they didn’t cause it, can’t control it, and can’t cure it. Check.
Later, it was across to the beach for the highest of high tides, following on from the lowest of low tides in the morning and the wild swimmers were there in force, whipped in by KB. Probably something the junta supports.
Then up to visit the daughter and enjoy some salsa (not the dance) whilst watching the Arse take on Spurs. And S reveals his true colours - he supports the arse! For once we’re united in agreement not to discuss the state of fitba in the Capital. There’s always next year.