The wind has shifted to the South East...

... bringing London a sudden shocking lungful of cold, bright, blue,
briny air.

Best day of the year so far - I have to get out of the office and down
to the river bank.

Snoozles

Ever since I got back from the coast I have been sleeping right through, eight hours a night.  Blissful.

Must be a side effect of all that swimming. 
In the sea. 
In September

 

 

 

 

Bought the Solarventi unit for the cottage, and I am just waiting for delivery

I got the smaller unit in the end - it's the core of the cottage that
gets most damp, and the 20 m2 unit should be enough to deal with that.
Anything The race now will be to get it fitted before it gets too damp
up there.

Northumberland is the officially the coldest county in England, but it
does average 1350 hours of sunlight a year, and that is 1350 hours of
dry (warm(ish) air being drawn into the stone caravan. And some of
those hours occur in the winter. Honest.

Weekend notes

I walked for four hours through the near deserted Sunday morning City of London (that's the bit which lies within the Roman Walls and is now full of bankers…)  I was one of the London Walks, which are always good value for money (£7.00 for a first rate running two hour commentary on the buildings passed and their history).

Then I walked a while longer, through St Paul's and down Fleets street, and had tea with a friend in the Courtauld Gallery in Somerset House - there is a basement courtyard there, embedded in the classic stone work, like something Piranesi might have designed as a catering outlet.  And lovely fresh scones with home made plum jam and sweet disorganised service.

Got notes on the screenplay between bits of scone and clotted cream.

Legs ache now!

This morning I reopened the files on the screenplay, ready to write the next draft…

Dun-dun-dun…..

 

At the sea-side...

Saw an GINORMOUS jellyfish washed up on the sand.  On the Pembroke coast.

 Seriously, the umbrella bit (pale blue, with a gorgeous royal blue scalloped edge) was at least 70cms across, the frilly dangly things pink on one side, blue on the other.

 At the first mention of the word JELLYFISH the two year old  niece (the one that wants to be a Girl Pirate) swarmed straight up onto my shoulders, and refused to set toe to sand for a good 20 minutes afterwards.  I swear she has prehensile feet, or suckers of some sort - you can't detach her once settled.

 As she pronounces it JELLYFIIIIIIIIIISHESSSSS, with a long hiss, it was disturbingly like being assaulted by Gollum in an all-in-one floral bathing suit.