Hello friends
I was surprised to find how watching a digger turned out to be immensely therapeutic:
PS This is a photo of the harbour at Staithes in North Yorkshire. It’s a small fishing village and if I recall correctly you have to leave your car at the top and walk down a fairly steep cobbled street lined with fishermens’ cottages to get to the harbour. I remember our smallest dog running backwards every time a wave broke over the wall.
