We woke this morning to the sound of a quiet motor and looked out our window in time to see the fishing boats getting ready to go out. It feels as if we’re living on the set of Doc Martin: the village is quaint, right on the harbour, and there is always something happening.
We spent the afternoon sightseeing and then we couldn’t help ourselves: we had to go back and see our friends the seals and penguins (and were rewarded by hearing a penguin calling for its mate).
My voice shalt Thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto Thee, and will look up. Psalm 5:3 (KJV)