Morfa Conwy

This morning the dilemma of whether to go for a September or February surgery becomes very clear: of course it has to be September. I know I’m incredibly lucky to have been accelerated through the system as it is, so it’s churlish to want to keep a holiday as well. We can change our flights - at a cost - and if we lose our accommodation, so be it. I phone Walton, accept the appointment, go through the necessary check lists and immediately feel better having made the decision. 

Then we have a reply from our accommodation in Madeira; we can bank our weeks providing we provide a letter from a doctor. Hopefully, Walton will provide this.  

And then, late afternoon brings a phone call from my surgeon’s secretary - who has been wonderful through all this.  There’s been a cancellation for next Friday - would I like to take this? It’s still too late to allow our travel, but the sooner this gets done the better, so I take it. And though I’m not particularly superstitious, I think I’d rather Friday 30th than Friday 13th! I take the opportunity to request a covering letter, and they’ll provide one. 

A quick trip out in the early afternoon takes us to Morfa Conwy. It’s not ideal beach weather but there are always people walking on the shore - particularly dog walkers. Our glorious beaches really are a treasure.