Herringfleet.

Walk in the woods winding down to the river and mill.
Only saw two other people all night.
Then when I got home I realised there was someone else!
In the wood grain!

Oh and my karen managed to once again fall over whilst walking down hill ending up in a tumble and bouncing nay springing upright like a weeble held down too long.
"Nothing to see hear" I believe I heard.
These walks usually end up with me strolling away shaking my head.
All said it was a lovely evening to be in the thick of the country.