This morning, I woke early and went for a walk. There’s a little bay near our caravan so I walked down there. It was nice.

Later, Paul finally emerged and we cycled to the Garlic Farm. Lunch was pretty good!

It pissed down most of the day.

Paul next to the sign for the old Alverstone station
We had a drink at Peddlers café, the celing was covered in cycling jerseys
The Mezé at the Garlic Farm Restaurant
On the way home we peered in at the windows of the sad remains of the Ocean Hotel