The sea in the window

Got up, enjoyed breakfast and I went to my desk free at last to write what I want, but found I was not  terribly productive. My study needed tidying, and I spoke to Mum. 

Lorraine off doing Story Time and then went to Pat and Maureen's armed with their fish and chips. I popped out later to the postoffice and then found Lorraine walking with Pat outside House. I joined them, having waved to Maureen in the window, walking along the beach past the beach shelter where the group were playing ukuleles and singing. We sat a bit further along,  basking in the suddenly summery conditions. Back past the ukulele players, dropping some money into their bucket. Pat got back into the building, and Lorraine and I walked home along the seafront then to Morrisons. 

In the evening off to The Old Boot to meet Steve, Adele and Patrick, and Patrick's brother Ronan who lives in Vietnam. Lorraine and I were a little early, and were talking to a chap called Patrick who was one of the ukulele players, and was originally from Liverpool. 

A cheery couple of hours with our friends, drinking Harveys Old ale and generally shooting the breeze. A cheery evening. Steve asking if he could be part of the Shakespeare readings, to which we all agreed. Home to eat the rest of the bean jar, which even if I say so myself, was rather glorious. 

Below snapped Maureen sitting in her window. You can see her top right. At the bottom of the shot is the sea reflected and me holding my phone up to take the photograph and Pat and Lorraine.