The days slip by, and we adapt comfortable to our new environment.
Governors Harbour has certain permanent elements. Feral chickens. Noisy, and everywhere. But you kind of get used to it, as it blends into the general background noise 'downtown'. There was a rumor a few years ago that one of the local ex-pats living hear had declared a bounty on them. Clearly that had no effect.
The cats, on the other hand, are not noisy. Simply cute little scroungers.
Still doing the daily Wordal. No cappuccino, just 'normal' coffee. But . . . . Home made cranberry scones!
And the morning walks . . . always a pleasure to be away from snow and sleet.
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