Another glorious Spring day, and post-riding lesson, the obvious choice seemed to be a stroll along the seafront. The clocks changed last night, so there was less pressure to be in a hurry as we knew we had an extra hour of daylight to play with.
We scheduled in a lunch stop at Pret-a-Manger, and had the first al fresco meal of the year. There was a more practical point to the slightly romanticised Mediterranean whimsy of eating outdoors: Dexter had a croissant. It went everywhere. Fuelled by his success with the chickens yesterday, the boy seemed to find the allure of the scrounging, scratty-looking pigeons simply irresistible. Dexter's many crumbs/regurgitated bits of pastry, and the head-nodding vermin (sorry pigeon-lovers), made for a very happy partnership. I was not so keen.
The 'stroll' along the seafront was not massively relaxing, due to the fact that the famous pebbles resembled the clichéd 'hottest day of the year so far!' snapshots, beloved of the popular press.
Our visit to the countryside yesterday, combined with a sense of having to share your own 'communal playground' with quite so many people, raised the age-old discussion of where exactly we want to live in the near future. As you can see from today's #366 photo, full of patisserie-based carbs, the boy did not share his parents' quandary, and enjoyed a sunny Sunday afternoon snooze-down.
I could learn a thing or two from him...