A Sunday morning in Weldborough.

Locals say that noisy parties don't happen often but there was one last night, at the other end of town, and the music didn't stop till 5am. Clear blue skies, warm and sunny today, a marked contrast to the gale-force winds and intermittent rain that blew through yesterday. Jazz had her usual early-morning walk through town. After breakfast, our 'al fresco' cooking area was improved with the addition of a bench and gas cooker, all cooking can now be done outside. Ben took Jazz for another walk while I went to the local tip, stopping first at Richard's house to collect his rubbish because there's no rubbish collection and Richard doesn't drive. Richard showed me his latest painting, a portrait of his friend Hiro. Hiro seemed undecided on whether it was a good likeness or not. Met another resident, who also happens to be our landlord, walking his dog along the road then called in at his house to jumpstart the car. Back home and, to improve the poor-to-average riding skills, took the Ducati up to Little Plains and back before lunch. That was Sunday morning in Weldborough.