Chillin' - The Sequel

	Occasionally, a cloud scampered across the sky as the Gorse Fox and Silver Vixen sat in the garden, and listened to tide washing the beach. It was a perfect afternoon, with periodic shade and a gently breeze to prevent the sun from seeming too hot. Once in a while a private airplane would track along the coast, like a weary hornet.
	Some clouds, laid out like maps against the sky, looked mildly threatening, but soon passed. GF has been reading a magazine about Spain, and looking at a brochure of National Trust holiday cottages. The working week seems so far far away - and that is what a long weekend* should achieve. *(GF suspects that win on the lottery might have the same effect - but that requires that you do the lottery!)