I think my very most favourite thing to do when we have visitors staying with us is the slow walk home from an afternoon tipple at the pub. Yesterday we did just that as we had Rob’s Dad and step mum staying with us for the night. The air was cool, leaves crunching underfoot, the colours spectacular and the cows, well, chewing. I think that sometimes the day saves the very best bit until the very end.
It’s been a very busy couple of days round here – trips to see my Dad at the beach, then back again, and then some visitors here for the night and again this morning on their way through. I’m ready for a quiet weekend of doing not much. Not much at all.