Postprandial Walk

An aunt of ours always used to insist on a Sunday preprandial walk - to work up an appetite between church and lunch! Ollie and I had a postprandial walk this evening, up over the hill, through the wartime buildings and along the cliff top.

I'm heading south tomorrow so it will be our last walk up there for a while. Mixed feelings, looking forward to seeing far flung family members, but very sad to be leaving Mike and Ollie and home.

Spent a busy morning in the craft shop and met Japanese, Australian and Spanish Catalan visitors. Thinking I recognised the accent, I asked the family if they were Spanish and was very firmly corrected! A very wet afternoon followed, but then a lovely evening. Interesting how often the end of the day is the most calm and has the best weather . . .