Ah Bless !

We had a pink dawn, quite appropriate for Valentine's Day. Peter gave me a lovely orchid having listened to my hints about over priced roses. Just a shame he missed the bit where I suggested fruit might be better for my diet. Instead he gave me fudge. I've had to put it in the freezer for a later date as I am completely unable to ration myself when it comes to fudge. The whole lot would be gone by the end of the weekend if I had even the smallest piece.

It was a beautifully sunny, if cold morning and since tomorrow's walk has been cancelled and Peter rejected my suggestion of a walk in the hills I decided to go for a walk on my own along the cliffs. 

By the time I left the sun had disappeared behind thin cloud but it was so good to be out in the fresh air.

I marched up to the War Memorial feeling pleased that I'd reached the top of the hill without having to stop for a breather only to find I'd not put the battery back in my camera. Fortunately I carry my phone with me when I walk alone. Not that I could really see the screen, no glasses either, but I took lots of photos and edited them at home.

The cliff path goes up and down the steepest of slopes but it was worth it for the views out to sea and back across the bog to the snowy mountains.

With all the recent wet weather sections of the path were very muddy and I took extra care especially on the slopes. Above is the longest flight of steps, 72 in all going up at 45 degrees. It was just as hard on the knees going back down on the return journey.

I walked for an hour which got me to my favourite stopping point where there is a dip in the top of the cliff. There I had a coffee and a couple of oat cake biscuits (love the black pepper ones) before heading back for home.

The very last uphill climb brings me to the War Memorial after which it's all downhill. I made my way up the path and saw a couple embracing by the memorial. As I got closer I could see and hear the girl sobbing and laughing at the same time and then saw her touch her left hand. Was this possibly a proposal? I skirted around them not wanting to intrude on whatever moment they were having. They came back down the path behind me and eventually, as I was about to cross the road to the garden gate they drew level. My curiosity got the better of me and pleading the immunity of old age asked if that had possibly been a proposal. And it had, ah bless. I congratulated them wishing them a long and happy life together. So sweet to propose on Valentine's Day.