We take a day to vacate with a lazy start. Just roll easy into the day. It’s another bright one, and I’m grateful for the weather we’ve had so far. We can hope it continues.

An hour of yoga for me–the first time in weeks I’ve been able to do planks comfortably on my wrist. Feels just marvelous. Then I settle into work. More solid progress on the second draft and that, too, feels marvelous.

Clean up, change from my workout gear and take a nice walk. There’s another wedding today, and people are arriving for what turns out to be an all day affair.

So much blue sky and sun today, so the mountains are clear of clouds. I call it warm-ish as with my long-sleeved shirt, vest and jacket, I’m warm. I see women coming in for the wedding in sleeveless dresses–and colorful fascinators–I’m not that hardy!

Someone’s mowing the grass, and you can smell it, green and damp and fresh cut.

Wander around to meet up with BW at the bar where he’s having a pint.

I text Kat to see how she’s feeling, if she wants us to get her any food. She’s a bit better, and stocked on soup, so she’ll just rest until dinner while Jason heads down to join us.

Scones for me as it’s tea time. They’re wonderful, and I share with the boys who agree.

Back to the room where I start packing so I won’t be rushed in the morning. I feel more organized, and satisfied when all my gifts fit easily in one shopping bag. Small and shiny, soft and flat–that’s the way to go. And room yet, I think, for more along the way.

I hear the distinctive pop of a cork, hear laughter and voices as I’ve propped the garden door open.

The bride and groom and their attendants stand on the hill across the little path, with the photographer taking pictures. Oh, they’re all so pretty, the bride in her lovely white dress, her maids in sophisticated black, and the men so handsome in their formal suits.

It’s lovely to watch and hear them enjoying this beginning, this start to a life. And they couldn’t have chosen a better day for it, with all that gilded sunshine.

Time to dress for dinner, and well done as Kat and Jason arrive minutes after I’m done. We’re the first in the dining room with our 7:30 reservation, and have a seat by the windows where the sun is strong, and the views are gorgeous. Shining water, hills and mountains.

The room fills up–a few long tables with families of ten and twelve.

Outside the white, white clouds go pink and gold at the edges, and the light softens to that pearly glow, deepening the green hills.

Our Kat, not yet 100%–goes back before dessert. Here’s hoping she’s all the way back today. In addition to our desserts–the warm apple crumble is brilliant–they bring a little tray with three samples. And tell us yes, of course, we can take that up to Kat.

Off to bed.

I wake this morning with sun and gray clouds and wild wind. It’s roaring out there, blowing the gray over the sun and whipping at the flowering shrubs.

Once the rest are up and about, we’ll finish our packing up, say goodbye to Westport, and ramble our way south to Cong, and Ashford.

Nora