On Sunday, the weather was perfect. Jo (our daughter) is visiting and we went to the beach.
Jo is recovering from glandular fever and rested on and off. I watched the sea
In between times we paddled
We only took fruit and a hot drink with us. Half way through our apples we wished we'd taken cheese and pickle sandwiches and slabs of fruit cake!
It was the most perfect day - beautiful blue sky and a calm sea. We were so sad to learn that just a few miles from our beach on the same day a Canadian canoe with two men and their young children had overturned. Three of the children died and the body of one of the men has yet to be recovered.
It's almost impossible to understand what the families must be going through. I sometimes think (without wishing to appear morose) that it's a very fine line between life being ordinary and life falling apart.