I love a good storm. There's nothing like a bit of thunder and lightning and some mammoth swirling clouds of black to make the sky seem simply enormous. Which of course it is. Didn't want to sleep through the driving rain last night, so I devoured a book: The Housekeeper + The Professor by Yoko Ogawa. A very quick read, with a deliciously simple plot. It reminded me so much of The Summer Book by Tove Jansson that I shall probably have to have my annual re-read of that soon too.

Spent a glorious afternoon drifting across Crantock beach under the most amazing clouds that were moving in every direction in quick, effortless arcs. The winds were wild, whipping the sand across the almost deserted beach and drilling it into the backs of my legs and feet with a needle-like precision. Absolutely beautiful and well worth the effort of dragging my reluctant limbs across the dunes for.