Bring home a young man from University, itching with exuberance and excitement. Show him an enormous pile of old fencing posts, dead trees and wood offcuts. Offer him a sharp axe, food and plenty of liquid refreshment. Throw in some sunshine for good measure. Wait patiently indoors. BINGO! Miraculous conversion of wood pile into fire sized logs and kindling!
The afternoon did not look promising. Overcast sky and humid atmosphere. Regardless, I invited the Baby boy and the dogs to accompany me on another beach walk. The rain held off, the beach was completely devoid of life and we had a wonderful walk (or in some cases, gallop) along the tide line. Several treasures were found and brought home. And I had talkie time with the Baby Boy. What could be nicer? Dogs now tired. This old person exhausted and Baby boy pushed off to gym to work off yet more of his seemingly endless energy.
I rode the horse at 7am, roads quiet and enjoyable. The farmer did not accompany us as he was still stacking in the Zzzzz's in bed. The yellow one and I coped very well on our solo outing, and I may well make a habit of early morning riding. Scary traffic certainly much less numerous.
Think we shall not make our way to Lincolnshire Show tomorrow. Intending to enjoy a quiet day at home I believe. May even MAKE SOME ART! Whoohooo.
As ever. X
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