And all's well

An unusually misty day today but walking on the beach, aware of the deadened sound, was rather lovely.

But then came home to curl up in here with a lovely Christmassy book.

Feeling very relaxed and at peace with the world. (Irrespective of covid and possible lockdowns and missing children.)

P.S. And you know when you think you're writing something somewhere but because you hadn't actually clicked there you're not? Where do all those words go?