Christine and I had a lovely meal out tonight, and on the way I happened to look back and saw how beautiful the lines and light were on the sea. I got Christine to stop the car, and took some shots.

Earlier on, Bob, Christine and I took Dimarit for a lovely walk along the beach, followed by a wee sherry at Bob's house.

Poor Dimairt - he really is limping badly on his sore leg; no more stick catching for a long time.