Grey and stormy when we head out for our six am tour of the village. A northerly wind rattling the window frames. Sophie displays her penchant for walking unconcernedly through ,rather than round, puddles.
It's still grey and stormy when we make it down to the beach. The wind has picked up. Sensible folk are all tucked up in bed leaving the shoreline deserted bar a hard core of dog walkers.
A window in an old stone cottage has a display of hyacinths. Into the bookshop to pick up an order. Our visit is brief. Angus senses that another customer is feeling 'territorial'.
Down to Marks for a free range chicken for lunch. More Coronation merchandise has appeared. I'm guessing the students will use the accompanying Bank Holiday as an excuse to go wild on parties.
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Surely Sophie could see off that Schnauzer.
Dog walkers are a hardy lot - they have to be!
Apart from tourist clothing and souvenir shops along the beach promenade and roads nearby, supermarkets don't open on Sundays, except in July and August - high season.
It looks mighty cold!
I can recommend 'The Hand and Flowers' - though it's wise to reserve well in advance.
My poor boy has a hole in his foot and, what with that and my Covid, it's almost four weeks since we braved a beach together...
Have you tried the Newport Restaurant? I was a guest with the tasting menu last month and it was lovely.
Great bookshop, and wise to be brief when you are getting that look.
What are you reading lately?
The hyacinth window is quite cheery. Sophie knows that puddles are meant to be splashed through, not skirted. I too would like to know what Angus is reading, having braved the bold stare of the Schnauzer at the bookstore.
I hope you will both soon be feeling better.
“If I had but two loaves of bread, I would sell one and buy hyacinths, for they would feed my soul.”
― Mohammad
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