Saturday, July 16

We have come to the market area with some rubbish that needs to go into the big rubbish bins on the beach. I photograph one of the jetties.

The wind has risen to 10, whatever that means. What it means in practice involves sudden cold, everything blowing everywhere, and the sudden desire to wear a jumper.

I feel even happier about not going to Tirmo Blues where the wind comes straight off the sea.