Like a prancing pony

Beautiful beach at 7 this morning, Rosie had a glorious time splashing in the shallows. I wandered round, admiring the loveliness and nearly finishing my story book (the bee sting Paul Murray).

Didn't go for a sea swim at lunchtime because I would have been on my own and I couldn't be faffed with the shower and hair drying after for my 2pm meeting. I essentially talked myself out of it- stupid mistake which I regretted.