...in the early morning as the bus trundles through Somerset. I am visiting an elderly relative, and the walk up the hill with glorious views of Exmoor is pure delight. But the chill of the day doesn't work so well for a lady in a wheelchair, and the warmth of an Indian restaurant and a dish of seafoord korma suits her better. As we meet frequently, there isn't much family news to tell, so we enjoy reminiscing...
An evening of writing Christmas cards. Tomorrow I am getting up early to go to Mass at Torquay, because there's a church thyere I specialoly want to visit...
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