I’m not sure where the week has disappeared to, but here we are and it’s already Friday night. I’ll blame the weather. Those of you in the UK know that it’s been hot hot hot. And that makes me lethargic and fuzzy-headed and wanting nothing other than a cold beer at the end of each day. The girls have spent the week on the beach, swimming and building sandcastles – or rather demanding that Julian make them lots of sandcastles. Katie finds endless amusement in demolishing hers, while Lily decorates hers with shells and seaweed. I’ve spent the week cursing the fact that I don’t have my swimsuit with me when I get off the train in Torquay every evening. Oh for a quick dip in the sea after the hot and sticky train journey from Exeter.
I’m going to Brixham tomorrow morning to do my VHF-radio course, and on Sunday we’re planning a sail with some Exeter geographers. Now I must go to bed. Goodnight.