It has been, and still is, the most beautiful day here, and I have pottered about happily, achieving little things that neede sorting out. We had to hose grand dog down after his walk on the cliffs at Westward Ho! where he found a lovely muddy puddle at the end of the walk.
All calm, and gentle, and very, very pleasant.

What do your grandchildren call you?
Nearly a year on and not being able to speak to sister about our brothers passing




looking over the hills to the sea.


