The Scene of the Crime

I am aching but I have had a lovely, lovely day with my lovely, lovely husband. I was up early prepping pasta salad and homemade scotch eggs for our walk. The sun was shining, the sky was blue. I laced up my walking shoes and off we went in the direction of the coastal path.

We wandered down to the little hide, unfortunately it has been vandalised, someone has started a fire inside and there's graffiti all over the inside. I remember doing the walk with the kids when they were a lot younger and we sat in there and ate our lunch.

We carried on along the path and then hopped over the wall from the path and walked along the coast itself.

If a tree falls in a forest...

We found this tree stump where people had hammered coins into it. Don't know, don't ask. 

And then, some way, some how, we got lost... we lost the coastal path, anyway, and although there was a bit of a well beaten track, looked like we found a bit of a hidden drinking den judging by the empty cans and bottles littering the place, we ended up in a car park and managed to pick up the trail towards the column. 

There it is, the scene of the crime, where he got down on one knee and proposed (and dropped the ring down the rocks), we hadn't even been together four months at this point, and look at us now, three days off 22 years together. And they thought it wouldn't last, eh, Mr G?

The rocks were a bit slippy so he braved them to climb around the other side to take this picture. 

We found a little cove of rocks a little further up and sat down and ate our lunch. It was a proper little sun trap, and even though I'm not a sun lover, I could have easily sat there for hours. There wasn't another soul in sight. Bliss. 

Love on the rocks ;-)

We carried on towards the little church and had a wander around the graveyard, there was an interesting memorial there, and when we walked up we realised that it was erected in memory of all the people who had lost their lives on the building of the Britannia Bridge.

Time for the return leg, and I warned Mr G that I wanted to stick to the official coastal path this time! We went to see the Britannia Bridge lions...

Then we carried on towards home. Mr G was enthralled by the fish he spotted in a little pool. 

We had to pop into town then and pick up the boy's new glasses, thankfully they had fitted them when he had his eye test so I was able to just pick them up from the front door, straight home to start prepping tea - all I had to do was cook the pasta and make fresh salad and garlic bread. It was Red Pepper Bolognese from the new SW book, I think it's called Fast and Free. I wasn't holding out much hope for it, to be honest, it seemed pretty simple but it was really nice and we'd definitely have it again. Four clean plates tonight, anyway.

And then, because we're clearly simple, we went out for a walk before the football. We had a couple of rocks left to decorate. Mr G had one that was strawberry shaped, so he decorated it as such, and I did an inspirational quote on mine. 

We hid our rocks on the promenade, in plain sight, they were so brightly coloured that they would stick out like sore thumbs down there among all the greenery. 

I couldn't believe how hot it was today, I'm sure it was only about 16C and we've had hotter days, but the sun just seemed to be blazing today. We got home at half seven, just in time for the England match, and with a respectable step count too.

Unsure yet as to what tomorrow will bring, an ice bath and a lie in, maybe. There is rain promised for the rest of the week, but there's rain and there's rain, isn't there? All in all another lovely day, though.