Sunday. A beach.
There is jumping off of things.
There is improvised two-lid flying discorama.
There is cheese. And cracker things. And olives and stuff.
There is, above all, good people.
It is… choice. It is choice. These are our Sundays in summer – great company, great food, and great places.
(And balancing. Lots and lots of balancing.)
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It was all good. The discorama was…inventive. Improvised capoiera was…amusing. The company was excellent, the food good, the weather lovely. All good. Choice, even.
Cheers
Malc