Watching

A quiet day on our volcanic outcrop in teh Atlantic. A stiff North-easterly wind picked up during the morning so the Gorse Fox and Silver Vixen headed round to the sheltered west coast and took a stroll aong the front.

The beaches were heaving, but we had never intended to use them so it was no problem. We pottered along looking at the surf, the shops and the mountains and eventually stopped for some lunch and beer. As we sat and watched the world go by, GF couldn't help but wonder why some of these people are allowed out unaccompanied. And, where are the good-taste police when you need them (GF saw one person - presumably an inmate of some asylum - in an Arsenal shirt). Also, if people wish to burn themselves to a crisp, wouldn't it save time to use a blow lamp to get that bright red finish that seems so popular with the terminally stupid.

Back in the garden we finished the afternoon with our books before finding a nice Italian restaurant for dinner.