You Can Try and Stop the Seasons

Just because.

Breakfast... and then back to bed.

Hiding from Pigeons in the garden.

Taking a drive to old familiar place.

Watching the waves break on the beach.

Looking at the Holy Isle and contemplating the Monks.

Buying a Caramel Choux Bun to share with Beloved.

Throwing many odd things into the pot and smiling at the prospect of the end taste.

And wondering maybe if I should go and get a carryout instead.

This picture was taken about 17 miles up the coast from yesterday... The sea was a blue green as ever I've seen it. I'm not a good enough photographer to capture it, but it was rather lovely... ti took a good deal of willpower not to cast aside my cloths and bounce in.