This is the life:
Wake slowly beside lovely new husband who goes to make tea and bring it back to bed.
Get up to find the cat has finally eaten; refill her bowl.
Have a leisurely breakfast before strolling over the heath to the village and farmers market, find a secondhand bookshop along the way – don’t linger but note its stock, prices, and location – pick up delicious things for supper at the market which, unlike the farmers market in Moffat, has piles of fresh, organic fruit and vegetables.
Pop into a charity shop and find a shirt I had to talk myself out of buying new a couple of weeks ago, in perfect condition and my preferred size for a quarter of the price; buy it.
Amble home via the local, drink delicious beer, talk to friendly people about the current popularity of miniature dachshunds. Brush the cat. Cook. Work a little. Eat.
I’m afraid I may get used to this!
Here are some photos from the last few days; I finally relented and manually uploaded them from my phone, which still isn’t talking to my computer.
Header image is of part of the Old Royal Naval College, and one of the most sought after film locations in England, apparently. And we were told that the film crew of Pirates of the Caribbean were monstrously rude to the students and staff.