Lacerate.

The super smart Los Angeles folks are on the phone in a quiet spell before the seagull chicks on the neighbours kitchen roof wake up. We discuss North Korea, Turkey, NATO , the resignation of the Dutch Prime Minister and DeSantis's problems in Iowa and Nevada. The Los Angeleans are unhappy that the US Marines don't have a commandant. Tommy Tuberville is not a favourite of theirs.  India and Japan have had their heaviest rainfalls on record. By the time we're finished putting the world to rights the seagull chicks are making their presence ... and ravenous hunger ... known.

The school holidays have started. Parents stranded with 'little angels' in their AirBnB's are already out on the beach. The children , busy building sand castles, seem oblivious to the cold. When you're four years old water and sand make the perfect holiday. Sunshine and warmth are optional extras. The childrens parents battle hypothermia and watch, swaddled in blankets, from behind windbreaks. A few dog walkers saunter slowly across the beach. There's a queue for bacon sandwiches at the beach cafe. Shrieks of laughter fill the air.

A lady with a National Trust sticker parks in one of the angled bays in front of the coffee shop. She makes three attempts to get her car in between the white lines but finally settles with it taking up two spaces. " I don't usually drive this. It's my husbands. I think this will do " she says before heading off towards the new butchers. 

On the golf course the wild flowers are putting on a prize winning show. In fact the wild flowers on the golf course are borderline spectacular. I bet not one golfer in a thousand so much as notices them.

Back in the garden at the wee house in town something exotic has self seeded in the rose border. It is a vicious thing with spikey leaves that lacerate. Perhaps it's some form of sea holly ?

Tuesday morning music :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxTCKN8FBbo