Flat

Sort of a day, the sun never really materialised. I’d dropped R off at the bus early this morning for her 11 (!) hour journey home, so we’re adjusting to a new rhythm with just the three of us.

We wandered up to the lighthouse for a restorative dog, coronation chicken bun and staring at the sea fix.

Sad adder news, found on the road, not moving. That injury looked a bit catastrophic despite it not actually looking squashed. We left it be, and it was gone by the time we got back.