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As my mother is in hospital with a broken pelvis, The Sunday Morning Phone Call (1 to 2 hours) was replaced by a 5 minute chat to her bedside phone yesterday (at least 50p/min, and each time a recorded message spends a minute talking to you before actually connecting to the person you're phoning). So, this morning I had a leisurely wander down to Port Edgar in the very welcome sunshine, so good after the recent deluge. This is the only blip that turned out, but the meander was lovely.

As I was tottering back, I saw about 6 Ferraris driving down towards the marina, but I wanted a coffee so didn't follow them back to see what was going on.

Probably OK large.