Perfection without the Prosecco

I’m home. And today my garden was as hot as it was in Naples, and all my holiday washing is done and dried in the sun. I’ve had lunch with friends, Mr PB has cut the grass, and I’ve been for a walk ...

Just a short walk, an evening stroll along the Ardyne shore with a flask of tea which we drank sitting on the beach. It was 22C at 8pm as a heron flapped overhead and squawked at us and the tide crept towards us over the stones.

And this was the view. If we’d sailed into this view of the Clyde in our cruise liner, we’d all have been on deck with cameras and cries of appreciation. But as it was, we were entirely alone.

And it’s not costing us a penny. Lucky, huh?