Morning

yesterday i forgot to mention the wooded valley with stream and sculptures.
Last night was wild camp on Gribben head, (home to a huge old navigation marker) this morning was overcast, dry and warm. I could hear sea lapping the shore and the throb of fishing boat engines, these were distant enough to not affect the bird song , some of the birds being very close. Then there is the sight and smell of plants to numerous to name all around.

 

Just occasionally it seems a nice idea for a servant to arrive with the full breakfast followed by an easy chair and pot of tea to just sit and enjoy.
The reality of course was a tin of soup with bread and small black coffee, pack and now a mile on having climbed a slope and stile, its still great (wish you were here).