A summer of two halves

The first half sucked. The second has been glorious. A fine still summers day makes one of my favourite places in the whole world even better.



I ruthlessly exploited the weather and went out to Day's Bay for a swim at about lunchtime before going to work (mega meh. Still, it pays the bills).

It was cathartic and cleansing and relaxing and nice and cool and just what I needed. Special kudos to the guys who swam out to the raft with a bottle of beer each, and to the amorous couple who appeared to be having, um, relations in the water. Or trying to. They were interrupted by a bunch of kayaking schoolgirls.