Flying Visit

After the papers were bought and semi-digested, who paused (ever so briefly) at the beach opposite other than the daughter and family. Natcho, I couldn’t join them though I did go and shout from a distance and deliver a cup of tea on a 2m pole. And when the sun was out it was very pleasant. When it wasn’t, not so much.
Later we thought we’d scoot along to Porty as the son said he was setting up his bike workshop stand at Oscar’s to do some maintenance. Except he didn’t so we missed him. And no coffee anywhere, the queues being so massive.  
Back via Toby’s jug bar to pick up some beers. Somehow the evening ran away with us so the planned film event didn’t happen; instead we started watching a bit of Janis: Little Girl Blue. Which turned into watching the whole film. She had a bit of style, did she not. And a whole bag of demons. 
And so to bed.