Monday, August 8

Today, after breakfast, I decide to walk down to the sea, and then along to the outdoor gym where I spend ten minutes lifting logs. I walk back up the hill and right towards Teboil.

Over the road I see two of the pink vans that a local bakery uses for flamboyant cake delivery. I thought they only had one of these old corrogated Citroen vans, but they have obviously found another one.

They sit behind a wire fence but with some phone gymnastics I manage to take a photograph of the two of them without losing the phone through the fence.

I will walk back to find an electrician mending our outdoor lamp: the one with the house number that tells passersby exactly what they have passed.