Breezy ...

The car thermometer told us it was 12ºC at 1pm, and we were aware that the weather was a good deal warmer than on that glorious Sunday, but the wind was brisk enough to dispel any thoughts of warmth as we bashed along the shore road south of Toward, finishing at the sailing club before allowing it to blow us back to the car.

I love the colour of the dead grass at this time of the year - it's not really got soggy yet, so the dull gold is everywhere.