Hartland is the nearest village. It is lunchtime. The square is empty, and the street quiet. Christmas lights were still hanging, but definitely unplugged. There was a queue in the post office. The coffee shop on the corner of the square was filling up with hungry lunchers going in for deep bowls of homemade soup. I thought I might have coffee but their alternative milks were soya or semi skimmed, neither of which I can drink. So I came back here.
S is walking from Hartland Point back to the cottage, while I have a day of rest. An early blip.