The weather has been fairly good today. Chilly especially in the shade but enough bright sunshine to lift the spirits. I had another good session washing the carpet in the morning. I'm thinking that it would be good to paint the ceiling now that the walls are so sparkling white but as it is a textured ceiling and would have to be done with a brush it might be too big a job for me to do.
We went to Morthoe for a walk in the afternoon. Being a sunny Bank Holiday afternoon the village was heaving with tourists enjoying an ice cream, a pint or a cream tea. All good for the local economy. Not so many people out walking on the cliff top but still much busier than usual. We reminisced longingly about our holiday as we saw Lundy in the distance.
As we made our way back towards the village there were various rescue vehicles near the highest point where we often see the coastguard helicopter crew practising their winching. We thought this was another such exercise but as we passed them we could hear from their radio chatter that they were having difficulty locating the position of an actual incident. Perhaps a worried tourist had only been able to describe their position as 'on the cliffs by Morthoe', which would cover a large area.
Back home I did a bit more carpet washing before retreating to the top of the garden to catch the sun and read my book. Lots of grasshoppers about but only one ragged butterfly on the sedums which are not quite open. Every now and again I could hear the woodpecker hammering on the big beech tree in the corner of the garden.
We went to Morthoe for a walk in the afternoon. Being a sunny Bank Holiday afternoon the village was heaving with tourists enjoying an ice cream, a pint or a cream tea. All good for the local economy. Not so many people out walking on the cliff top but still much busier than usual. We reminisced longingly about our holiday as we saw Lundy in the distance.
As we made our way back towards the village there were various rescue vehicles near the highest point where we often see the coastguard helicopter crew practising their winching. We thought this was another such exercise but as we passed them we could hear from their radio chatter that they were having difficulty locating the position of an actual incident. Perhaps a worried tourist had only been able to describe their position as 'on the cliffs by Morthoe', which would cover a large area.
Back home I did a bit more carpet washing before retreating to the top of the garden to catch the sun and read my book. Lots of grasshoppers about but only one ragged butterfly on the sedums which are not quite open. Every now and again I could hear the woodpecker hammering on the big beech tree in the corner of the garden.
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