Oh well back in Lymphstone in Exmouth estuary about ten days ago and I am sat amongst a whole pile of sea/fishing clutter by the quay and then the photo is a quick look over my right shoulder., and more clutter. Lovely and peaceful, if my family had agreed, I could have stayed there all day sketching, sadly that wasn't allowed. Isn't it a shame that holidays don't last for ever!

Back home and today is Sunday; this morning church was on the agenda, we were looking at Biblical superheros; it was good meeting everybody again. Old and new friends are so important, especially now as we are emerging out of the current lock-down. This afternoon we strolled into town along the canal bank to the light box where we met a couple who are old friends and then a lady who has been a friend for oodles of years; that was rather good. We walked home in a shower of rain, which was quite refreshing, although Liz did whinge a little, I wonder why? This evening a friend is coming round for supper and a DVD on the telly.

Now that is what I call a good day.