Taking a break

Ben, resting a moment as we walked back through Lewes golf club. That's a golfer in the background, I wonder what he made of us lot yomping through his golf course. What is they say about golf? A way to ruin a good walk, or something?

Annnywaay, we were in Lewes for (a huge!) Sunday roast to celebrate Em's birthday, after which we walked up the hill and then back down again, dodged imaginary golf balls, stole a couple of real ones, found a geocache, failed to find another, chatted and laughed. A perfect Sunday.

And I learnt a new word: crepuscular. V good.