We played footie through the park and along the road on route. Luckily it's closed to traffic at the moment. Even so the ball nearly came to a sticky end a couple of times down a workman's hole and off a cliff. Oops! At the beach Louis chucked rocks around and helped me make Hag Stone Rock. His little beady eyes are much better at finding those little holey pebbles than mine.
I've mentioned before my penchant for litter picking. Give it a go on your own little strolls. You may well enjoy it. I, for one, find it fun. It also gives me that warm glow of fuzziness that comes from doing right to the world.