There is a downside to Indian summers if you live by the coast.

Normally at this time of year Lo, she is a terrible Goddess and I can ‘reclaim’ the beach that is a 5 minute drive from the Cliff Top Residence. We can look forward to being able to park wherever we want, have the beach [almost]to ourselves, beachcomb peacefully, and rest on the shingle contemplating wide open spaces with only the sound of the wind and the waves.

Last weekend it was more crowded in our neck of the seaside than in high Summer. The beach was wall-to-wall (‘wall to wall’ – you mean groyne to groyne… Lo,TG Ed) with flesh pressed on all sides with even more flesh. Children were running around enjoying themselves. BBQ’s were rendering fatty snacks, inflatable canoes were dodging here and there and Speedos and sandals were all too evident. The phrase ‘panic weather appreciation’ comes to mind. Roll on the cold, blustery, wet weather – that’s what I say! ( Then all I can say is – you’re a nitwit. Lo,TG Ed)