Whitstable beach as the sun goes down

A productive morning of scouring and running repairs...
The cooker hood is degreased and sparkling, the fridge has no nasty surprises any more, the fire blanket and extinguisher (bought last November) are mounted on the wall and the grouting cracks in kitchen and bathroom have been resealed! Yay Fred! (and me too)

So when Lorraine phoned up about 3pm and said would you like to come to the beach...

The boys buried each other and Lorraine and I chatted, sun bathed and dozed.
We picked up fish and chips and took them back to the beach and left for home all mellow about 8pm.

Fred didn't miss us too much...