On reflection, I spent much of the afternoon in fitting two large wall mirrors in the lounge of the main house. Pictures reflecting that reflection will await a daylight when we are actually home. I also cleared a courtyard of loads of stone, sand and wood strewn there with gay abandon by the various builders who have tramped their messy way through there over the past several months.
Tomorrow we will be zooting off down the South Coast in the hopes of finding a passport office where one doesn’t age considerably while waiting to be interviewed. Yes, our passports have given last gasps.
Another bit of reflection came from digging this certificate out of one of the boxes we risk our lives daily to open and explore – yes, there be dragons! Anyway, this particular placing, which I achieved at the riding school gymkhana where I was learning to ride at the same time as our daughters, was a big deal because it was achieved on Charlie. I became famed for having motivated him round the cross-country course and over all the jumps in a time good enough to be placed. You see, it was universally accepted that Charlie had only two speeds: dead slow and stop.
Today we were not tempted to venture into the waves. This is what they looked like, a gale has been blowing all day, and it is chilly. Instead, we breakfasted at a surfing haven.
The mini parakits are thriving, and getting less mini (and more active) by the day. Here is a rare pause in their activities where they are having a little sister time.