Action shot

I just wanted a quick picture and he decided to scratch me for my efforts.

Third morning running for a pool swim, although today I apparently just got up, put my swimsuit on and left the house. No watch, no phone.

After work a nice (bloody windy) sit on the beach with Sam, Tracy and Emma. Home for fajitas, Queens Gambit and a classic Tour de France stage up Mont Ventoux. And I telephoned France to book a table for dinner for an upcoming weekend. I was all prepared, until chic madmoiselle answered the phone and I embarrassed myself with a long stream of pigeon franglais. With a few words of an Italian thrown in. What an idiot.