Beach Babe

Couldn't face going straight home after church, but knew any café would only be indoors because of the rain (and not sure of the rules at the moment - isn't this whole thing wearisome?), so drove to Mourão's beach. Felt just right somehow to be walking in cold drizzle on Boxing Day, just lacked a dog lolloping alongside.

Gratefuls:
- the life of Desmond Tutu, a true hero; here a tribute from Geldof, love how he remembers his humour, especially
- cold turkey for lunch, even better than yesterday, and hot bubble and squeak
- another, drier, walk this afternoon, and a more colourful sky

The ewe whose dead lamb Mike helped deliver, has died, such a shame.