It was a sunny day. A slight cool whiff of what is soon to come was present in the air but it was still a day where the summer wrapped itself around you. We decided to walk east , to pick up some peaches from the market. Off we went. The chatting was endless as it usually is.
On route we met one of our walkers that had been out since 06:30 that morning. We heard that other’s were also out and about. Then , of course, there is that hardy bunch that still meets at the cemetery at 08:30.
The waterfront met us and seagulls flew around.
How perfect can a morning be? How perfect can a morning be?