Storage

 We had a slightly later morning today. Urban-Cub had bought a clock for Ellie. The clock face displays a coloured ring. The colours of the ring are meant to tell her when she should be asleep, when it's all right to be awake, and when it's all right to get up. This worked a treat and she stayed put until the green ring lit up.

Once Urban-Cub had taken Ellie across to spend the weekend with Pistol Pete, the Silver Vixen and Gorse Fox went with her to her storage unit. She needed to find the Christmas decorations so that Pistol Pete would have some to put up in his house. The problem was that she knew the decorations were boxed up at the back of the storage unit. We stripped boxes, prams, carry-cots, swings, slides, tables, shelves, garden implements, and more random boxes out of the unit and into the corridor. Eventually we arrived at the decorations and stacked them on a trolley. Then we had to play a game of 3-D Tetris to try and get everything back in the unit. The Gorse Fox has concluded that her new house may not be big enough. Perhaps something the size of Chatsworth House may have a better chance of housing everything.

Once we got back home, the Gorse Fox headed straight back out for a walk. It was a lovely, sunny, mild Autumn afternoon. The Bognor Regis promenade beckoned. The Gorse Fox drove down to West Park and set off towards the pier.

The tide was low, and the sea was as calm as a millpond. People were playing with their dogs on the beach and a lone paddle boarder was enjoying the sea. As the Gorse Fox approached the pier it started to get a little busier, but he was walking at a fair pace and managed to weave in and out of the dawdlers and back into clear space. He carried on past the the Bandstand and Butlin's and round the corner to The Lobster Pot.

They are doing a lot of refurbishments at The Lobster Pot, no doubt making the most of the enforced closure to get the maintenance done without impacting business. 

Doing an about-turn, the Gorse Fox started to retrace the route. The sun was low and shining brightly off the sea. It made for a glorious walk, though it did mean having to squint at times. The Gorse Fox was thinking that it was a shame he hadn't delayed his walk by a few hours because he suspects there was an excellent sunset in store.