The Red House

We still miss the Red House.  I reckon some morning we all swim up with rollers and paint...they wouldn't even notice...well except if they got in for a swim.  
I walked and dipped this morning, and ate cake too of course. 

I just love this weather.... and I fit my gorgeous walk/beach fix in before the hoards arrive. 

An impromptu pint at our nearest watering hole, Black's Brewery and Distillery, led to dinner from the food truck in place.  'Daycent Munch' was indeed daycent.