Roy and I wander down to the edge overlooking the sea. The sky is so wonderfully blue it almost hurts.
I'm getting lunchtime-ish however, and thirsty so we walk back down the hill to the wee harbour and instead of reading the information board, I just photograph it. I want to have my own ideas of Ale's Stones for a little while longer yet before I find out what others have discovered. They feel more like my special personal archeological discovery, that way.
There are some poppies growing on a bank. I love them against the grass and blue sky.
We are coming back to the present now and there's a smell of fish cooking and the chatter of people drinking beer and eating under umbrellas.