#1273 theoldmortuary ponders.

Smeatons Tower, Plymouth Hoe.

Yesterday was a day of peaks. Fitting a lot of local tourism into a day and achievements of different sorts all slotted into the day like pieces of a jigsaw.

I would like to say we peaked early in the day calmly by taking down the marquee at the Tennis Club. Our family of tall and fit individuals were invaluable.

But just before that, I had hit a peak of stupidity and miscalculated who was where and had house keys. Neatly managing to lock the house with no keys on the outside. Luckily I had managed to only lock the front of the house. Just a twelve foot stone wall to clamber.

Luck was with me, as it was for the whole day. I had also locked out a former Welsh Guard who did a very athletic vertical wall climb to save the very early part of the day.

Dilly Dallying firmly behind me , the marquee was taken down and we visited our Canadian Cohorts Airbnb to see very familiar sights from a different perspective.

Their accommodation was over our favourite coffee shop.

Then with peak efficiency we hit our Family Gathering Brunch exactly on schedule.

Entertained vividly by the RNLI we posed by an old crane.

Then straight off to Tinside for a swim.

Although that particular peak experience was to swim in the sea so we were a little to the left of this picture.

Then up to the Hoe for some posing and musing about the Beatle Buttock print sculpture nearby.

And just like that the last schedule of the day was on the horizon. Dinner at Nora”s with Norah.

But while we were busy being peak performing tourists something funny was happening.  This blog started reaching a record number of views. Peak viewing.

The wonderful thing about hosting out-of-town family is that we fill the day with lovely things. So much so that locking everyone out of the house is just a minor inconvenience.

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