The first week of retirement passed in a blur of activity and by Friday we were ready for a restful day, but a walk in Chislehurst was brightened by the resident grey heron by the currently dried out pond.
On Sunday we visited my mother and sister in Hove and all had dinner at the picturesque Ginger Fox a charming gastropub in the countryside. Spot the fox chasing a pheasant!
After eating out 4 times over the weekend i decided to become reaquainted with the gym. It is so long since i have been that all the instruments of torture have changed so i had an induction session with a barely pubescent boy. Sobering to realize that I am old enough to be his great grandmother. I particularly liked the PowerPlate. You strike a pose on it, press a button and it vibrates. After a few of these, hey presto, firm thighs but loose teeth. Strangely addictive!