The day beckons

Today was a sort of, maybe, a taste of things to come.

For various reasons, of 7 children, 4 of them were not here.

It was quiet, and, you know what?

I could get to like that.

So anyway we went off and did another reccy of the house we might be buying.

We spent a quiet few hours wandering the fields looking at things like drainage and making plans, then pub on the way home and our peace was complete.

Out of the pub and, the mist had dropped.

It's not usual to have sea mist round here.

We drove back across the mountain as the sun slid gently into the misty sea.

The lower land swallowed by the rough foggy waves, with islands of hill blooming green out of the grey.

Clear blue skies were chalked with the white of airliners warming the globe.

Then we got home.

Our environmentally neutral big stove was back on strike. Break out the petrol....

I am not here tomorrow, maybe the buyers will drop in an offer, or just drop the project.

R