39. The ideal Sunday

Papers, coffee, no need to get up. Then we drove to Walberswick. Herself calls it Warbleswick which is an improvement in my book. We walked along the river, across the footbridge, through the fields, across the golf course and into Southwold with our friends, then we pottered in the antique shops and sat on the benches above the beach, in the sun. Yes, the sun. I played with the dog on the sandy beach, in just a t-shirt. (and trousers and shoes.)

Then we walked back again and by the end we were all flagging a little bit, which is when it came in handy that we'd booked a table at the Dolphin for lunch. We sat in the window watching the people, we ate fishnchips, the boys in the back fell asleep in the car home and again on the sofa in the cottage.

Then they had to get in the car to go back to the Big Smoke, which made Herself and I feel a little smug. It was a glorious Sunday, perfect for being much too short.