Taking advantage again of the emptiness and accessibility of the places we can't usually visit, we came down a different route behind the Big House.
I was listening to music on my headphones, for a change (and had been dancing up at the top)...
We came down the slope in glorious sunshine, with the trees in spring-leaf, Kitty insanely chasing the tennis-ball and the scent of sea and ferns. A band called Paper Aeroplanes were playing the song they sang here, not very long after we moved...
https://youtu.be/Y76vBUiIpa4
You'll like this...trust me, it's called Aberystwyth.
That's all...gonna Skype-call me bestie now, 'cos I'm so 21 century.
Actually 'cos I can't sit in Medina with her, drinking Gingerella.
(Though atm I couldn't hear if I was...THAT'S an interesting thought!)
Lying down with olive oil in my ear...Kitty decides to stake a claim to the cushion...
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