Yet another glorious day in sunny Margate and we three beachcombers were out, having fun by the seaside. The beach is closed to dogs from May onwards, so we have to cram as much sand digging in as we can. I say we but of course, most of the digging is done by Wendell. Terry and I limit any digging to looking for interesting shells. I would love to find some curiously shaped driftwood but I have been unlucky so far. The garden is full of spring colour and I believe I have the smallest wallflower ever. Yeah, yeah, ‘cause it is trapped in the paving. The pain of arthritis dissipates on days like this.