One of the nice things about retirement is having to remember what day of the week it is today. Now having checked my phone, who says that I am not technologically switched on, it is Friday and probably has been all day! 
We are still at Cleaverville and enjoying the rest by the seaside. My morning walk took me along the camping strip away from the beach. It is a rather featureless landscape dotted with campsites, most occupied but still quite a few vacant. We have spent the day doing little jobs, and walking on the beach collecting shells (Elaine) and rocks (Graham).
Yesterday while we were looking for a suitable campsite we came across a couple well & truly bogged. As we approached the lady came out and waved us away, I was already telling Elaine not to go there and, to give her her due, she was not going there anyway. So we stopped the van, got out and asked if there was anything that we could do. It was really just a gesture as there was no way our van could unbog them, but they may have needed drinks or some such. Certainly they did need someone to give a little bit of moral support, so we did and after a little while Elaine and the lady had a hug and off we went, while they were waiting for a tow truck to come and get them out of the sand. To cut a long story short they phoned us this morning to da ta and we shared a sundowner this afternoon.