A lovely sunny day, walked Hatty the dog along the parkland above the river, meeting and greeting many doggy friends.
Half an hour drinking coffee outside Costas reading the Saturday papers, then RP walked Hatters home while I floated guilt free round Waitrose, till partner returns wafting shopping bags having collected car and a sense of mission.
We haven't got a Waitrose at home so it was refreshing to have everything in a different place and purportedly of a superior quality.
Lunch on the lawns of a rather nice riverside pub, only annoyance a bloke on my left - so full of himself he felt it necessary to share every opinion.
Should confine himself to blogging, or the Plinth.
The marina nearby was very nouveau riche, architected nests of colourful, ingeniously shaped and turreted housing arranged in cosy little squares and courtyards. .
I imagine one has to check the plans closely to make sure your new home had a view of the water [mud] rather than the backside of someone else' fantasy castle
The rest of the afternoon was spent snoozing and reading Mr Brown. His book is indeed a thriller if a somewhat daft one.