We are down on the beach by six. On the pavement outside the clubhouse there’s already a group of enthusiastic American golfers chatting to their caddies and sharing anecdotes about Augusta and Pebble Beach. Some of the visiting golfers are wearing shorts. I'll bet that they regret the Coral Gables look when the North Sea wind hits them when they reach the fourth hole.
The kitchen fitters have taken out the old kitchen and the electricians have done whatever electricians do. There is a slight problem. The kitchen folk think we’ve arranged a plumber . We think they’ve taken care of it. Seems their guy is away. The best laid plans .... This morning will be spent on the phone trying to find someone who’ll come out asap.