Sunday, a poor nights sleep between bed and sofa and then back to bed, so a late start to the day proper. A croissant and strawberries breakfast again accompanied by coffee. We call our youngest daughter, a Sunday ritual, and find her decorating and planning future home improvements over the coming months. By the time we leave for our first beach walk it is gone 11 o’clock and we need to beat the tide coming in. We walk the full length of the beach and back again, easily breaking the back of 10,000 steps. We return to the gangway as the sea starts to lap up it. A difficult decision followed namely what type of pasty to have for lunch. Having selected we returned to the apartment to feast lazily and to spend the next few hours reading and watching the Wimbledon final. The book I am now engrossed in is Manuel Puig’s Kiss of the Spider Woman. A friend with a genius for picking and sending me book that are right up my street has sent me a preloved copy, which has intriguing notes written in it by a previous owner. I really like that.

By mid afternoon its time for a walk over to the ice cream van to get 99s and return to see the final set of the men’s final at Wimbledon. I shower and return to reading as the heat of the afternoon reaches its peak as it streams through the glass side of the apartment. Tea comes later, a simple fish cake and salad repast before settling down to watch the final episode of a series we have been watching. I’m hoping for a better nights sleep. I realise I have nothing deep and meaningful to share and acknowledge that at the moment things are being an effort, which affects how creative I can be.