Sometimes, Lo, she is a terrible Goddess, takes a fancy to a particular amuse bouche and I’m dispatched to the local COOP to buy whatever it takes to satisfy her cravings. Today it was rosé wine and Twiglets with a copy of the Radio Times to stimulate her mind.

I usually stop off on the way back, at Pett Level, and have a little look for stones-with-holes-in-them. This has been a hobby since I was knee high to a very small thing.

No luck today though.

It’s a tough life.

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