Last night we went out for a meal.
It seemed fitting to end this month long holiday from Lovely Hubby's day job with a treat and a little bit of time away from the old homestead. After a wonderful meal at Osbornes, followed by a dessert for Lovely Hubby and a coffee for me we crossed over the road, and in the slight chill of the August evening air we sat and drank in the view.
We are lucky to live so close to such a lovely place. We make the most of it and bring the dogs in at least a couple of times a week. We walk along the promenade, and even occasionally share a bag of chips. With dogs you are slightly safer from the seagulls, without any furry friends at your side you stand a very good chance of being dive-bombed and robbed of your tasty treat.
I've met and talked to blog readers on this prom, chatted with pensioners holidaying alone and had far too many doggy inspired conversations to mention. It's a wonderful, sociable, occasionally busy but always calming place. To come and drink in the sea air does more for me than any bottle of wine, slice of cake or spa day ever could.
As I said we are so lucky.