Time And Tide

So far, seven posts today but they must compete for time with other activities, like driving family members to Morecambe for the Vintage by the Sea Festival: old cars; clothes; music; a bar in a bus; food stalls; fairground; good weather; the two surviving Lancaster Bombers flying overhead. See attached image for cars and the renovated Midland Hotel, which Hercule Poirot walks out of on television.

I leave the family near the Promenade, drive to find a car park with some spaces left, walk to visit a good friend who lives on two floors above a second hand bookshop (and who has been mentioned on this blog before), emerge to find family, which is now easy with mobile phones, and eventually return home to meditate, eat and post about the end of Eternity, Captain Flandry and Chunderban Desai.

This has been a Sunday but, in retirement, every day can be like this, more or less.