This morning after breakfast we made another effort to walk into town and find the route we missed yesterday. At first we were still confused by the Google map but found a man who gave us directions, taking us back to the complex junction at the top of the hill above Langland Bay. There we found a flight of steps down through a wooded area above a playing field leading us in the right direction to reach the shops.
On the opposite side of the road was the lane that could take us close to Oystermouth Parish Church, the one we failed to find yesterday because the street name sign was obscured by vegetation. So now we know.
We did some food shopping and walked back, then had a light lunch and set off for the station to collect Ann from her train. Not an easy place for dropping off or picking up people by car, available areas just too small for the number of very short stay drivers. I had to drive around the streets in the ten minutes of waiting as the congestion was so bad that stopping was risky.
Once reunited, we went back for a cuppa, and then a walk on the beach at low tide, watching surfers performing among two metre waves as the sun was setting. I got some quite decent photos of them.
I cooked a paella for supper, which was quite successful, despite me having to contend with cooking for the first time on a high tech electric induction hob mounted on an electric Aga stove. It seemed to switch itself off occasionally for no apparent reason, while I worked. All was well in the end, however, and paella produced.
We sat around and talked or read after supper. It watched 'Blacklist' although it no longer makes sense to me. There seems to be a sci-fi dimension to the story line now on top of all the other crime conspiracy stuff it pitches.
The evening news we watched together. What's happened since Liz Truss became Prime Minister is so unprecedented in modern political history that it too feels like soap opera fiction. Except that it's real life, here and now.
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