We have gone again for a week to the place of sheela-na-gigs and old stone, where in the night-time garden you can hear only owls*
And there shall be quiet pints in ancient inns, a walk up Ham Hill; trips to the Jurassic Coast; and maybe a slap-up lunch at the Hive Beach Cafe.
Hugs. Will send some Twitter postcards.
Kings Of Convenience - 'Summer On The Westhill' (2001)
*but see the International Space Station pass at 21:18 on Monday, we hope