Human

After the good Dad had driven miles to selflessly pick up the Saturday paper, and then made the trad bacon rolls, it was on with the boots and off for a good walk.
Over to Camas Dariach - one of the few coves with a sandy beach. Well, not when the tide's in. Obvs.
And then on to the lighthouse at the point. Well, almost.
Back just as the rain came in, so that was that. On with the fire, cups of tea brewed, and the Bourne Ultimatum to relax to. I'm not sure all this violence really fits in with hygge, mind. Is there something called hygge noir perhaps?