This morning Rowan went to spend the day with her friend Anna. Taking her in the car I thought how beautiful and grown up she looked. It tugged at my heart. I didn't take a photo, but somehow the image is locked inside me. Just as strong. It will be one of those memories that will come back when I look through my journal, the image surfacing as it clears.

The day was fairly overcast and rainy, but we managed a trip to the beach where the sun peeked through and warmed our walk. India and Murron (two peas in a pod) chatted away again, Joseph looked after Brammle and Fran and I enjoyed the sea air and space.

French onion soup for dinner followed by lemon Curdy Pud. Twas very nice :)