LOST TREASURE

Somebody's precious necklace washed between two rocks by the sea.

I had a short afternoon walk along the prom after a morning spent taking B to the Eye Infirmary in Sunderland - no treatment, just a consultation, followed by lunch at the garden centre on the way home.

The new owner of the two-years-empty house next door is now beginning to work on the house to make it habitable judging by the noises coming through the wall. I think it'll be a while before it's ready for anyone to move in and live there, but we'll see. It'll be odd having neighbours on that side again.