A short interlude in Hove

The Queen still dead, apparently, according to the BBC. Twenty-one years since 9/11.

A happy day with Lorraine doing some packing, and in the late afternoon we drove over to Hove to see Rosie and Innis for a stroll along the sunny seafront (Rosie insisting that I as a dog-skeptic should hold Pippi's lead). Then we popped into The Better Half for a decent Sunday roast. We were sitting near the bar and when they brought out all the surplus roast potatoes and Yorkshire puddings we were excellently placed to have some hobbit's second helpings. As usual, very nice to hang out with them. Innis sporting a majestically nautical beard at the moment. 

Below a blurry picture of Rosie holding Pippi.