Monday 20 March
This morning I enjoyed an impromptu visit from the crew of my friend Second Lady, whom we met in Dartmouth in a very wet July 2015. They were invited to sample leftover cake with their morning coffee, as a thank you for kindly taxiing my crew to a doctor’s surgery at the top of a steep hill (in the pouring rain, or as it’s known in Cornwall, liquid sunshine) for Skipper to get a poorly toe looked at.
Mate took advantage of the ride to take a load of laundry to Bubbles on Killigrew Street, where she was happily distracted from the chore by an entertaining conversation with a very pleasant young male attendant. By the time all was mostly dry, so was the weather, and the downhill walk homewards was much more pleasant. Some final fresh provisions were picked up in town, and they returned home in time for a brief siesta. Supper was decidedly fishy – some sort of smoked haddock Florentine creation, the odour lingering far too long for my liking.