This will be it for a week or so – sign’s up and it reads
‘All Gone Away’ – heading for a largely empty field by a beach and hoping for
some continued sun. The ‘boards are waxed and the suit and shoes have been put
in the wardrobe ‘til I get back feeling relaxed, tanned and salt-cured, at
least that’s the plan. It could be trench foot if it’s anything like last year.
But red
wine, lazily cooked food, kids running wild and free, sea, sand, peregrine
falcons and kestrels overhead and seals and lobsters in the lagoon below –
these at least are constants even if precious little else is these days.
If anyone
asks...
