Saturday was strange with a sunny day but sea fog drifting in periodically,
seen better here as I returned home from the pub having ordered Vietnamese Stew for pick-up at 6pm. I was walking through the paddock which links Melbourne Street with the back of the Spring Bay Hotel.
I sometimes forget that I have a sunny, comfortable home, inside which I could stay more often. And mostly this weekend, I have. Occasional trips to the garden to check on something or throw frisbees for a while, and then delicious sits in the sun or by the fire to read and plot. It has rained gently all day this Sunday. Jill PD and I were up at 7am to open the Gatehouse, then sat in position to watch the sunrise on the winter solstice but there has been no appearance by the sun today.
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