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The Visitation

Although I went out for a lovely meal with Mr. Tialys, his sister and her OH on my actual birthday, it was on a Tuesday so the Misses Tialys couldn’t make it until the weekend.  So, we went out for another one on Saturday night when they both arrived and slept over so they could be with us for Fathers’ Day on the Sunday.

For my birthday, Mr. T. planted this lovely rose against the front of the house and, hopefully it will climb up the white wall (once he puts a trellis up) and eventually it will really look like a cottage with roses round the door.

A few seasons to go yet before the ‘Dancing Queen’, as the rose is called, dances far enough to make getting through the door difficult but fingers crossed.

Miss T. the Younger bought me this lovely, rusty plant stake.  It’s just stuck into the weeds cottage gardenish bank at the moment but we’ll decide where its eventual home will be in due course.

So, Fathers Day dawned all grey and rainy but we were determined to finally get to see the sea and decided to drive down there anyway as it’s only a 15 or 20 minute run in the car.

As we are British, we can’t allow the rain to put us off otherwise we’d never do anything so when we arrived there were quite a few people and quite a few more clouds.  We set off up the cliff path anyway and took in this view looking back

I fear for those cows.

This is part of the Jurassic Coast, a World Heritage Site and so called because of the best known of the geological periods found within it, but also includes rocks from the Triassic and Cretaceous periods.

It’s a bit precarious (possibly an understatement) – this rock face was sending down pieces of itself in a steady trickle as we walked along the shingle below.

As the morning progressed there were more dog walkers, fishermen, beachcombers, hardy swimmers, paddle boarders etc. and also, the sun came out for long enough to make an ice cream cone seem like a good idea.

We did some beachcombing, half-heartedly searching for fossils and driftwood.  Mr. Tialys and Miss Tialys the Elder – having the longest legs – left me and Miss T. the Younger behind so they only have themselves to blame for the rear view.

Hopefully those pieces of bleached driftwood will turn into something decorative in the fullness of time.

So, having paid for my second birthday dinner the night before, been the first to get up in the morning, driven us to the coast and bought us all ice creams, he drove us back home again and made us a lovely Sunday Roast.

Happy Fathers’ Day. 🤣

(well, they did buy him a nice card and a case of craft beer).

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