Light at the end of the day

Well we've not stirred from the hotel today. We spent all morning reading in the residents' lounge appreciating the comings and goings of a busy establishment, and culminating in a further round of comparative scone studies. We repaired upstairs after lunch and ended up watching Ireland give it away to France. Frustrating. Only one good result in this weekend's six nations to the accompaniment of a sneaky bottle red wine in our posh and very expensive plastic camping wine glasses. I made a couple of forays outside to sea if there was any improvement in the weather. There was, and some decent light in the sky, but the best view was still the one of the fading light in the west with sight of the hotel's palm trees. Yes, this far north, palm trees.

Back home tomorrow. This has been an outstanding weekend.