Footloose, footloose

Today saw us revisit Wrightsville Beach.

We’d been here before with Toolibelle four year ago... and it was bittersweet then because the next day we were all going our own ways.

This time, I missed Tooli more than anything - it would have been lovely to
Have been the four of us walking along the beach- but she had her own beach to
Be Walking along on the other side of the world.

I wasn’t supposed to go in the water - warning still exist for contamination
After the hurricane - but there were people in surfing so I figured my feet would be ok - although Boy’s other Mum ‘S’ text and told him to tell me to get my feet out!

After the beach and watching a very weird wedding party have photos (groom in dinner suit and baseball cap - bridesmaids in black) we headed for dinner to Poes. All the burgers on menu are named after his stories


I had tuna tacos - seared for about three seconds- with pineapple salsa. Amazing!

Then we went to a brewery; but it was overflowing with people on a fundraiser for
The hurricane victims - so we headed to
Another one which had only just opened a couple of weeks before Mad Mole

It was cheerful and full of red necks and I laughed as I pointed out a cockroach walking in and a gal walking up and stamping on it pulling a tissue out and scraping it up off the floor ...

Great night - and then back to ours for beer from the fridge and nibbles



M