DEAR SPOOK, a late blog tonight, because I had downloaded your photo's onto Finn's laptop this morning, but when it came to blogging tonight, his computer had been taken up with other important duties and was not available to me. So I had to start again on Meg's. I love the dramatic Tors, the way they stick up from smooth ground. The Pacific beach looks wonderful, but much calmer than the west coast beaches, and yes, I can see from the sign posts that you were a very long way from us when you were at Bluff.
It was not quite so bright as that here today as another day past in rain and darkness. It was dry and reasonably bright at the start but closed in by midday. The club runners who went and ran the 11 mile race to the dam and back will at least have got their quota of Vit D and endorphins. I got my endorphins running from the shop to the car to avoid getting soaked.
Meg and I are still a bit flat, but she cleared out under the stairs to get the art table set up again. She does become tired when she exerts any effort. I know the feeling.
Finn, however, is looking fit and squeeky clean. I don't think I have ever seen him so clean. All those showers suit him.
We had the Coupland gentlemen to dinner this evening as their wife and mum has gone to Edinburgh for the week. I fed them a mixture of junk food and mashed tatties and it was fine. It will be the Sunday Roast for you my darling, when you come home to roost.
xxx
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