Thursday 11th November 2021

Remembrance Day.

We were up and about before five, making coffee and feeding the cats.

Jools went for a walk while I had my second coffee, and when she came back she told me there was a service at 11 at the Monument, if I wasn't busy, I could go. She suggested.

I thought about it and thought, yes, I should go.

The morning went well, so at then I stopped work, and put on a decent coat and set off aong the street to walk down Station Road and into the village again.

It was a mild, but grey day, so made good time up to the village, turning left then sharp right at the old Red Lion, along past the village pond and then along the track past the school whose playing field was full of screaming children, as it should be.

Then past the line of people waiting at the surgery, across the road then down Salisbury Road, past the fine and expensive houses that strained to have some kind of sea view. A few other people in front were heading to the monument too.

As I walked through the swing gate, I could see the service had begun, so I stood at the back and joined in the prayers.

After the service, and I had wept a little as I remembered by Granddad and what he went through during the war, he and others, I walked to the cliff edge, looked at the brooding clouds over France, before turning back for home.

It's downhill for a way, then once I reached the haystack, a gentle climb to Otty Bottom Road.

A four hundred yard shuffle then turn down Norway Drove, with The Dip at the bottom.

It was still muggy and although November, quite warm. I regretted the coat I was wearing, so took it off.

Through the mud and up the other side to Fleet House, then the final stretch across the fields to home.

Quick, put the kettle on.

I had done nearly 11,000 steps, which was pretty good. I also made some toast.

Yummy.

Work is fine, they didn't miss me, so I finish my report and send it off before finishing for the day.

I have time to watch a documentary on Hans Holbein the Younger and his relationship with the Tudors, before I have to prepare dinner: fritters.

It takes half a hour to mix everyting up after the peeling, chopping and grating, so once it reaches half five, I start cooking.

Its funny, two courgettes, two small onions, some spices, two eggs can, together, make something so delicious.

We can't eat them all, so I have six for lunch on Friday.

We tidy up and all in time for the Under 21 game on the tellybox, that England cruise to a 3-1 win, but it should have been ten, really.