Thursday, January 11

I have come for a walk down to the beach, and for a massage with Hari. After an hour trying to persuade my body that it has the fitness of a gazelle, I drink the juice from a fresh coconut (this year’s bonus treat for customers of The Village) I walk down to photograph the lighthouse itself.

It hasn’t moved since I last photographed it but no two photos can ever capture the same moment, and so I regard this as an entirely fresh vision.