Yesterday was one of those Perfect Days.
It started out with this outfit. A meet up with my Cruisin' Cousins over coffee,
here at The Urban Kitchen
The cardi was superfluous by the time I parked the car, such a beautifully warm day.
Meanwhile, TP had walked home through pretty lanes from the paper shop where I dropped him off. He sat in his favourite armchair and sudokued and crossworded peacefully and to his heart's content.
TP and I then met up for lunch with friends. We walked to a nice beachside restaurant, getting in our daily dose of exercise.
And by this time, it was too hot for even a slip of colourful silk around my neck.
The shoes had been changed for some good walkers, these Clarks flatties and the scarf had been stylishly tied to my handbag, a Jones bag, as in this older photo. NB: This bag was again admired at coffee. It's really old but it receives compliments nearly every time I wear it ... even after all these years!
The beachside restaurant can look like this in bad weather.
Fortunately, in August it looks like this! A Perfect Day.
And during the day, the glorious sun shines through the glass doors, so this is the best view I could give you from my table.
Scallops wrapped in bacon.
We had an invigorating walk back home. I walked briskly, to work off some lunch calories.
Then, back home, a lovely surprise. Voicemail from Son. A meet up at tea time down at the beach.
Oh what a smashing time we had.
We swam lots with the GKs. We frolicked in the water, played games at the water's edge.
We caught up with family news whilst lolling around, our bathers (swimsuits) drying on us in the sun as sandwiches and yummy home made biscuits were nibbled.
A v. old Next kaftan, with nice beaded detail on the neckline. I usually wear it on poolside holidays only. I don't go on many of those. So it's v. old but still v. new!
Under my kaftan I wore my brown bathers from Bravissimo. Great for swimming, dry in a flash. V. old and still like new, even though worn loads, in salt and chlorine water every single year, for the past 10 or so.
We returned home, my hair looking like that of a surfer
girl granny after so much swimming in salty sea water.
And The Photographer said "Today has been a Perfect Day. This feels like retirement."
Such a Perfect Day, I'm glad I shared it with you.
Have you had a Perfect Day this summer? Maybe you've had many.
What is a Perfect Day to you? Do you have the elements of a Perfect Day in mind?
Or do days just surprise you by being unexpectedly Perfect?
Perhaps there just isn't a prescription for a Perfect Day ...
A la perchoine.