Sandy Shore.

My hairdresser came this morning, and the hair is now looking good.  We chatted about everything under the sun, and put the world to rights.  When she had gone,we  had a quick lunch, and then went for a drive to Porthcawl. As you can see, the weather was lovely, but this afternoon, it's gone grey, and much cooler. Last  night, on BBC4, we watched that Trainspotting programme, with Peter Snow. I have to say, I did enjoy it. Maybe J has converted me. Don't hold your breath!