Having finally (maybe) resolved the problem with BT (for a communications company, they are exceptionally poor at communicating…), and given ourselves time to let our blood pressure return to normal, we’re enjoying settling in to our new home and exploring the area. We went for a walk last night at Westerwick – just two minutes from our front door and we have scenery like this….
This morning has been bright, sunny and warm again and Bert and I had a (late) morning walk along the beach. A time to breathe, relax, chill out and let everything settle. On the way out, we walked along the ‘cliff’ top – it’s not really high enough to be called a cliff, but it’s high enough for it to give me palpitations when Bert decides to start going down headfirst full tilt thinking there might be a rabbit there – and on the way back we went down to the shore, picking our way over pebbles and shells. The water is marvellously clear, you can see the weed waving in thrall to the tide, an underwater jungle with who-knows-what living down there….?
The marina looks like a lively place – there always seems to be somebody about, painting fences or working on boats, coming and going from the Sail Loft. There’s what looks like it could be a lovely boat, with elegant high masts, moored there, but at the moment, it’s under cover. I’m hoping that when the owners come to reveal all, it will be as beautiful as my imagination hopes.
As I sit typing this, Graham is busy in the greenhouse and the sun is shining. The chooks are pecking around the garden, no doubt ruining all our landlady’s previous good work, and Bert is sunning himself on the doorstep. It’s time I got out there, too…