XCI: Half Moon Bay (Part III)

All views, mind, and nothing of us.

We went for another walk yesterday afternoon:

 And then woke to a hazy morning.

She lolled for quite a while, I will say. We missed breakfast entirely. But when we did finally make it over to the Club, the skies had cleared.

Still, we spent the majority of the day in the room until housekeeping wanted to make the beds. Then we went out and she sat and wrote some more. Sigh.

The view while she was writing.

We came in. She kept writing. And then . . . bagpipes?

Later, a cozy fire. On the telly.

She chose this over Forensic Files.

But at least the staff had brought fresh hydrangeas.

Home tomorrow.