Sunday and I hit the first crisis, the Wi Fi packs up. Makes blogging bloody difficult. So given that the probem persisted until now; Monday at 18:00 these contributions are going to be short and more cartoonish than ever. Sunday was a very slow day of meandering around Westwood Ho! reminding ourselves of what is here and then buying more food including a can opener that we discovered the apartment was short of. We made the discover of a good pasty kiosk on the sea front and of course indulged having been for a long roam round the area. By the time we were hungry again we were back in the apartment settling in to watch the last set of the men’s final at Wimbledon. For the first time in a long time I sat and read good Sunday newspapers. Not a lot of comfort to be had from them apart from the fact that some people are still trying to remain thoughtful about the pandemic. I also enjoyed the arts pages, which I discovered I missed. Of course at “that time” we sat down to watch England lose on penalties to Italy. My view: we sent boys to do a mans job. The more experienced players should have taken the responsibility of taking the penalties and not left it to the kids. Not smart Gareth, but noble to take the responsibility.

Monday and its wrestle with the bloody IT. After a lateish breakfast we go and walk the burrows behind the boulder ridge that borders the beach and then we walk back along the beach. Shoes and socks off we paddle the length of the beach returning to our favourite pasty kiosk for refreshment. After a rest we shop for salad and return to the apartment to find the WiFi back up, slow but up. We get comfortable, do the crosswords and then go for more shortbread, chocolate and fudge to see us through the evening. So here I am tentatively writing the blog and hoping the WiFi keeps chugging along. My latest theory of humanity from my observations of them at the seaside is that they stand still waiting for food but everything else is movement.

I am going to end here and perhaps risk adding photos later.