Bearing Up

When people used to say to my Dad, “how are you?” He would often reply; “bearing up”. That pretty much describes how I have been feeling of late, ever since my first contact by message from the GP surgery. It’s been a ‘long drag’ since September 22nd to my appointment this Friday but we are nearly there.
Sunday after a day on the road yesterday.
We arrived home at 2:30am and slept until mid morning taking it easy for the day.

A gentle walk with Paddy for Mrs S and I was about it.

The bear in todays photo stood opposite where we abandoned the car outside Porlock Village Hall last night.