Shore and hilltop walking plus writing pleasures

The weather was brighter today. Adjusting to the hour's time difference didn't include getting out to walk any earlier however. I had an idea for a short story with a strong conversational element, based on a real experience I had on the night of the St Paul's riots, April 2nd 1980 when we had a Parish Confirmation at St Agnes Church  it took me just under two hours to write three pages. Meanwhile, Clare wrote and went out to post five holiday postcards. And then we walked down to the beach.
As the sea was as far out as it can go, we walked the half mile down to the water's edge and back before returning for lunch. A lovely experience enhanced by the haunting cry of a solitary oyster-catcher that we couldn't see.
After lunch and a rest, we walked up the ancient lane bordering Bayview holiday properties land. It's over arched with unkempt vegetation and neglected trees, quite enchanting, but hardly looking its last. The lane rises a hundred and twenty feet or so, and joins a road leading up from Oxwich village to Oxwich Green and other small neighbouring hamlets. There's another footpath then, across to Oxwich Castle and beyond to Oxwich Point. The hilltop area is famland, some of which is given over to camping sights, or holiday villages with bungalows or static vans. It was an interesting path of discovery.
Back then for supper and another evening of story writing, encouraged by cousin Dianne.