Sunny p.m.

Sad news about the Pope's demise. To think he made an appearance yesterday!

The weather unexpectedly improved p.m. Luckily the threatening dark cloud, visible most of the afternoon, skirted the town.

Mr B had a knock (tennis) while I was on the phone all morning. Had a salad and then to Boscombe. Mr B dropped off the shopping, then we walked via the cliff-top, Lower Gardens to 60 Million Postcards (blipped)- for an Aspall.