Saturday. A rare day off for the Vicar. She and Ollie sleep in as the weather does its worst. I had planned to spend the morning in the garden planting a rose and some newly-delivered raspberries, but rain turned to sleet and sleet transformed into snow. So we had a fry-up and a leisurely walk along the coast. "I need to see the sea", she said. The sea was there, but nowhere to be seen. Oh well, it was 'nice air', as my Granny used to say. We were thankful that we thought to bring an umbrella, even if we did forget the waterproof over-trousers; we are still soft southerners after all.