Still suffering from tent-lag, mostly due to the impact of crossing that last time zone, I woke before dawn and wandered down to the beach for some peaceful contemplation.
But it's Easter isn't it? Even as the sun rose the cycling, jogging, dog walking holiday hoarde descended, and before I knew it I was deep in conversation.
Thank goodness the Van Wegan's had been baking all night, so breakfast was the usual Good Friday fare of hot cross buns (some fruit and some chocolate) all hot from the oven. We can't move too far away from here, we'd (alright I'd) miss the tasties.
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