Beautiful morning ...needed to get out and be a part of it ... drove into town before breakfast with engine light on again after getting gas the other day at local Shell station and took a short stroll on Cliff Walk. Strolling means stopping frequently to look down over the edge of the walk at the rocks and waves, peering through the hedges and telling the construction crews working on the "cottages" that they're doing a good job, and maybe even saying "Good Morning" to the few other people you meet along the way.

Yesterday in my reading of "Black Dog" by Stephen Booth, which I finally started two weeks after it arrived, the Chief Inspector asks, "Why is there always a man walking a dog?". This morning the man was Rob B, who I haven't seen since he retired about five years ago. The dogs looked to me to be a pair of Lhasa Apsos but I could be wrong about that. I said the obligatory "Good Morning" and not much more ... it seemed about right ... maybe I'll see him again if I come back sometime before summer to do the whole walk. I especially like the path on the rocks out at the point near the estate where the camels and peacocks used to be.