Every day is like Sunday

One of the things that we have noticed is that we don’t really need to know what day it is. That is, except for Saturday and Sunday, since those are the days when all those people with jobs come out to play. As a rule we tend to do very little at the weekend, to avoid people and traffic jams. And that is what we did today. We spent a few hours on the beach, Betsy happy to sleep in the shade of our newly purchased umbrella, and Winnie happy to chase balls for as long as we will throw them. 

We stopped off for a drink at our beachside bar and then went home for lunch, and that was about the extent of the day. Tomorrow we are planning a half day out. 

P.S. The pink Harley Davidson is called Mad Jane.