The Island

While Mr Lif fiddled with his veggies this morning, I played domestic goddess and rustled up a butternut and chilli soup for lunch.

After lunch we wandered a fair way along the shore. Not a soul in sight, which was nice.

Harry tried his luck at swimming. Not entirely unsuccessful- he didn’t drown and did move forward. We looked on in shock and awe.

A chill wind descended early evening so we just had a brief sundowner on the patio before retreating indoors.

Hope you’re all cosy this evening x