Monday 21st April 2025

Got up around 0830. Tony served up avocado on toast with poached eggs on top for breakfast. We packed our bags, and I brought the car round. We said our farewells and drove over to Fairlight for tea and hot cross buns with Rob and Shelly, who introduced us to her shih tzus, Henry and Gulia, and Smarty the Parrot. Rob looking well...he recounted the tale of his fight with, firstly, oesophageal cancer, and then a brain tumour! 

He'd been given to expect a terminal diagnosis, but he evidently put up a good fight, supported by a determined Shelly. They promised to come see Moby Dick. We headed back west, driving to Willingdon for a late lunch of mushroom soup at Ray and Stef's...hadn't seen them since the pandemic. They've had a rear extension built to the kitchen/dining area, with big French doors out onto the garden, and a first floor extension to provide Stef with an art studio. We went for a walk on the Downs just across the road, and were entertained by the frolicking lambs. Ray cooked a chicken dinner. Repaired to the living-room to watch one of the Death of England trilogy plays on the National Theatre streaming website..."Michael"...a tour de force one-man performance from one Thomas Coombs.