Barn (left centre), Thornthwaite farm (right centre)

Low key short walks were the orders from on high and after a noisy natter we headed off down to the beach to mix it with the cockles, which took us nicely to happy hour and a CJ sausage special washed down with copious shiraz. Staggered back to the stable cottage in the dark with a clockwork torch thing!
Sunday saw us sailing across the lake (Steve’s counter Rich-plan plan) and a mooch (another Steve invention) along the shore and a visit with the Ruskins. Lovely people. Waitress not sure about Steve’s new coffee stirring action... Waved adieu to the Stockton contingent, think CJ was ready for a long lie down – left over Lions did a nice walk around the Rigg which took we happy few safely back to happy hour

Sancerre, chilli, and more Shiraz. Light fantastic evening, talked until late finishing with Rich’s notion that society could be fixed by a system “RESET” . Night sky full of cosmos, and another sound sleep.
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