Outside, the snow is whirling down, but not settling. Whatever white cover that was still there when I went to bed, it’s all but gone now. The sea is broken by waves for as long as I can see, but it’s moving in the wrong direction. This wind is uncommon, not its strength – we get a lot of that down here, you get used to it – but its direction.

It’s never the same, the sea. A new vista every day.

Enjoy your Sunday. Mine’s all work, just as yesterday was. It’s that kind of week.