Lugged my backpack and laptop up to the main road, onto a bus, through hot noisy town streets onto another bus, up a long road splashed with giant leaf shadows and pools of yellow sun. The blue-chested bird was sitting on the telegraph wires as usual.

A power cut. Someone asleep on my desk, women laughing in another room, nothing happening.

Retraced my journey and spent the afternoon on the beach with Benjamin's family. A Russian woman standing twirling, folding, flipping and spinning a 4 month baby between her two outstretched hands as if it was chewing gum and they parallel bars. Mrs Benjamin looked on aghast, holding tightly onto her 2 month baby. Later two women threw the baby back and forth between each other beneath the waves.

Peewits tumbled in the air.