Recovery time

Last night ended a little too late, and this morning arrived a little too soon. Not even a strong cup of tea and a walk on the beach seemed to help, though the afternoon nap has taken the edge off the tiredness.

I've had a rotten cold all week and am thoroughly fed up with experiencing the world through a fog of stuffiness: I can't smell anything, can't taste anything and can't hear properly. And I'm clearly not built for long late drunken nights any more!

Our guests were safely waved off on the next stage of their summer break after a fish and chip shop lunch and the rest of Sunday is easing by in a gentle succession of cups of tea, biscuits, naps, Sunday papers and Doctor Who reruns.

Here's a bleak take on our new local beach.

EDIT: backblips from the moving in process uploaded in all their 'glory' start with travelling
over the bridge