A week at the beach, here at last. I love these long, hot days. This year felt especially hot, too bright on the deck for my morning coffee and the days at the beach achingly dry and warm. But on reflection, just as it should be. Driving home from Innes on those dusty tracks, covered in suncream and sweat and saltwater, sticking to the chairs and dreaming of a cold beer all a part of the charm I think.
I didn't take many pictures this year, I miss that. We've had some glorious times.