Memory Lane

This morning I had a walk around my hometown. It was a big old trip down memory lane. The 'elephants head' is the bottom of a hill called Hillsborough which is one of just a handful of places in the UK where you can see the sun rise and set over the sea.

In the afternoon I took a train to Exeter for a couple of days of light relief with my bestie. We had a fabulous chateaubriand dinner at a favourite restaurant and then went for cocktails and ended up randomly dancing in the street with others for a good hour or more to a really good street musician. We laughed a lot but no surprise we always do.