Just minutes from the flat there is a shingle beach and any time someone visits, I take them along to show them all the stone towers people have made. For most of the way it’s an easy walk but there are a couple of bits that can be a bit treacherous and walking on the shingle can be tricky.
The first time OH and I walked along, he held my hand to help me make the precarious step from path to beach – a steep down hill from mud to shingle. When my son and his family visited, my 3 year old granddaughter insisted I held her hand as we shoogled our way down the same bit and then yesterday, I held my hand out to allow my mum to join me on the beach at the exact same spot – funny how your role changes depending on who you’re with. It’s also funny how often I now walk when I’m at the flat and it isn’t even weather dependant as I am usually seen in my wellies, bobble hat and massive windproof anorak wobbling along the shingle. Who knew buying a flat would help me be more active!
Incidentally, when I arrived at the flat yesterday there was a Christmas card through the door that really made me smile and not just because someone from the village had hand delivered a card to us newcomers.
(btw they were right first time)
DEAR LORRAINE 
Looks like you’re now part of the “in” crowd
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Either that or fresh meat 😂
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