Lost Keys.

This morning Maria & I went in search of mums keys, she lost them yesterday. We didn't expect to find them of course because high tide had been and gone but had to look nonetheless.
We had morning coffee in the Art Cafe and the most delicious toasted orange tea bread with butter running freely over the top.

Picked my mum up, went to the supermarket and we all ate tapas for lunch in the garden only now my nephew Eben has been vomiting. Four of us ate mussels and the rest of us are fine so I'm guessing he ate far too many or something else.
Maria can't eat them because they make her sick so maybe that's it ... Poor Ebe's.