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1. Our eyes both stop at the same line on the menu. We definitely made the right decision about where to go for breakfast.

1b. The fog is so ridiculous that we ache from the laughter. A group of people in hard hats and hi-vis jackets near the cliffs make it seem sinisterly artificial; ghostly dark figures in the distance make it spooky; and a family still building sandcastles make it even more bemusingly surreal. Though we’re scared of losing her to the mist, Lily doesn’t seem phased by it at all – she gallops ahead and sploshes in the water as normal.

1c. I find a crab in the shallows and pick it up to show John. It hangs on with its rear pincers and when I put it down again, I’m left with a series of deep dimples along my finger.

2. Away from the coast, the sunshine is glorious. Fields of bright yellow and fresh green line the road back home.

2b. I’d forgotten how nice it is to go away at this time of year and return to the garden sprouting, blossoming and blooming. The cats circle me as I visit the chickens, then I sit down on the steps (with feline company) and just enjoy it all.

3. I’m flanked by Kaufman and Strange for much of the evening. I think they’re glad we’re back.