July 14, 2009 2:30am
Gulls woke me. Flat sea, orange sky, illuminated purple-grey clouds hovering low on horizon. Sun is coming up already. Hard to walk outside in all this beauty and walk back in again.
My fingers smell of shrimps from last night's perfect supper: unpeeled Atlantic shrimps, mayonnaise (mixed with a little sour cream) fresh white bread (Loff is similar to baguette, just fatter and with a scattering of poppy seeds), cold white wine.
We are all very happy to be back on this island.