Home Again

We got home at about one-thirty this afternoon. The baby two-seater is a diminutive "flying-machine", effortlessly cruising at 70mph - at least - and passing most other vehicles.

A sort of sea mist arrived at Portballintrae yesterday evening and, consequently, the temperature dropped. This morning it was cloudier and cooler.

We had intended lunching at the very good Bushmills Garden Centre, though decided to drive straight home. Meals out have been generally a touch disappointing; no match for, say, Beatrice Kennedy's shoulder of lamb. We try to vary our restaurants whilst up at "the Port", so didn't make the Bushmills Inn or Ramore on this occasion.

I shall have my sixty-length swim at the Sports Club, as usual, this evening.