What a glorious morning. Temperatures around 22C, a slight breeze off the sea, and blue skies highlighted with the occasional delicate brushstokes of wispy cloud. Gorse Fox and Silver Vixen decided that on a morning such as this we would take breakfast and read the papers on the south terrace - perfect. Just like being on holiday.

In fact the comparison with holiday turned out to be quite good. Neighbours had their children and grandchildren staying. They were soon out playing cricket. This was fine as long as it was just the grandchildren. But when the children became involved it started to get a little boisterous and noisy.

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