Wild Dogs and Horses

The heating's been turned off at work. Understandable, given that it's June.

The room I work in faces directly on to the sea, and much of the time it's like looking out on to the Californian coastline, hearing the waves lapping gently on the shore through the open window. Absolutely beautifiul.

Today, however, the windows have been shut so the only wind is coming uninvited through the gaps in the wall and where the frames don't quite meet the sills. My hands have been like blocks of ice, my nose could quite easily snap off and I have been jumping about manically in a bid to keep warm.

The dogs may not really have been wild but the sea certainly is.