Thursday 29th December 2022

Still here, and its still 2022.

Just.

Its funny, we have all this time off work, and so little daylight or good weather in which to enjoy it.

But at least today, Thursday, it was going to be fine.

So, we should go out, right?

Right?

OK, right.

We look in the fridge and it is full of coldcuts, so we need bread to make sandwiches, so rather than make my own, which I could have done, we could go to Deal and get a really nice loaf from No Name Shop, then go for a walk afterwards.

Another temptation would be to go out for breakfast, we could skip fruit and go for some lard. But no, we needed fruit, or our bodies do, so we had a coffee, fruit, and then we were ready to go out into the wide world.

We drove down onto the Deal road, then along through Ringwould, Walmer into Deal, parking between the shops and seafront. A short walk away was NO Name Shop, we were the only customers, so had the choice of their finest fresh loaves. We also bought a single (leaf-wrapped) cheese and sausage rolls for lunch.

We went into a small place for coffee and a scone.

After dropping our purchases in the car, we walked to the seafront.

Lots of folks out, mainly dogwalkers and families whose children got either bikes or scooters and were road testing them. Frantic parents chasing after their children as they peddalled towards the horizon.

You thought you had trouble before, now its got wheels!

We stop near the castle and people watch. I mean, we hadn't gone far, but it seemed to be enough.

Flowers were showing well on the shingle beach: marigolds, red valarien mainly. I snap them, because.

But mostly we people watch.

People dressed up for the weather and walking their dogs and/or children.

Or dressed to be seen. A lady in a leather cowboy hat, red and brown wrap-round cape-cum-coat, set off by knee-length leather riding boots.

With no dog.

A partially blind and nearly bald Cavalier King Charles spaniel did stop to sniff me and, apparently, decided that I wasn't a threat.

Which was nice.

We walked back to the car, and then drove home, past the Freed Man which wasn't open at 11:00 on a THursday morning.

And that was that, excitement over for the day.

We had the sausage rolls and shared the last slice of the first Christmas cake for lunch, and we would have salt beef sandwiches for supper later.

The afternoon was filled with TV shows based on walks in Wales, eye candy really, but nice enough.

Sandwiches for supper, then yet more football on the tellybox.