through peach-tinted glasses

Met up for lunch, at the club, with our friends before their return home. Mr B had tennis arranged with G and family.

So we walked there (1.8 miles). Not a huge distance, except he wanted to arrive in good time, so I had to do a sprint. My exercise for the day, and no time for photos.

Back home experimented taking a photo through a fine orange scarf. Result blipped.

Have only heard one solitary firework so far. Mostly apartment blocks round here, few families. But there are usually a few on the beach, maybe that pleasure’s still to come.