A regular lunch break for town based workers involves a wander around the shops but I'm trying to avoid doing that too often. Now that my house needs little more than a lick of paint in remaining rooms, I'm really trying to curb my spending and aim for debt freedom. I think that I've said before that my shopping cull must include those 'irresistible' charity shop purchases. Oh okay I'll never be a complete goody two shoes in this department but a daily trawl for secondhand treasure adds up. So I'm trying to find different things to do with my half hour. And that often involves sitting someone pleasant taking in the scenery or contemplating life in general.
Yesterday was a scorcher in the South West of England. I'm not the most avid of sun worshippers after I've browned my legs so their white tightlessness is not so frightening to my fellow men. So I sought shade. I found it under a tree in the delightful graveyard of the main church in Totnes. It's just off Fore street, the main thoroughfare but such a haven of peace and quiet. I looked up and found this great little fellow was my companion. I even like his drain pipe. It was such a perfect spot that I think that I'll be going back with my sarnies again and again.