The more things seem to change

I went to bed last night at 11. 

I cannot be arsed with the enforced jollity and reminiscence, so to my bed I took. Best place 

Si sat up and watched Pulp Fiction.  Tooli was back in Doha, prepping for Work starting on Monday and Boy and Jess were dancing in a bar in Prague. 

We woke late, ate croissants and then decided to take a bimble to exercise my leg.   We parked in the town and walked the square, and then walked to the beach. 

We took a bench and watched quite literally hundreds of people up and down the prom - some in the water, many, many on the beach with dogs and with out dogs. 

I would say, quite safely that it was busier than some of the summer days. 

Tonight we are drinking a bottle of the wine we bought while on our Wine Tour in Kent.   It didn't bode well when we opened it and I thought it smelt like cat's piss. 

However, upon airing.... it's actually as lovely as I remember it.