Kitty was a bit put-out that I not only did that meditating thing first, but then did cooking, washing AND vacuuming...I explained about the Full-Moon and Very Low Tide - but I don't think she was listening, and went back to bed in a bit of a sulk.
She was no trouble though, and came to chat to a passing neighbour and his yappy dog at the gate.
And then, mid-afternoon, we set off up to her field in the warm sunshine and, from there, down through the wood to Clarach bay. We climbed over the gate onto the beach and walked home along the rocks, meeting only the two young men from up the road who I keep bumping into.
The way around the rocks and back to Aber really is the strangest geologically and as one is, for the most part, out of sight of either town or Clarach, could be the surface of the moon or a Whovian deserted planet.
There are the stripy rock-faces, for all the world like a humbug:
Then there are the 'dragon's dentures':
And then there are the 'scribble-rocks', giving the sense that some alien had left messages for his mates - or scattered the pages of his notebook:
We rounded the old jetty, which marks the end of the beach, and returned home, parched, just as Alistair, who has been refining the Jimmy-gym, was walking down for a swim...
Oh, and today we also hung the picture I have just bought from a lovely local artist and friend:
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