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An unashamedly leisurely day, the weather fine and warm. A bit of sedate path clearing, a sit down by the pond reading the papers attracting damsel flies and then a long and blissful swim, even lingering afterwards to indulge in a little reading, a curlew my only companion. I'm re-reading Sarah Water's The Little Stranger, spookily compelling first time round and promising to be more so the second.
I passed hordes of walkers on my way home and a fleet of minis doing something to do with the Wild Atlantic Way. Himself saw someone sitting on a wall outside the Heron gallery reading my book!
You have to appreciate the small joys when so many horrendous things are going on in the world otherwise you could sink.

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