Now it is cool at 7.15pm.

I’ve been for my beach walk with the dogs. I’m slurping a huge ripe mango as I walk down the beach (I am now covered in mango stains on my top and shorts).  I can’t believe it is so utterly fantastic here. I feel too lucky and can’t start to tell people how amazing it is.

I felt quite the recluse when I went into town earlier, I can’t decide if I’m just rediscovering my true self or that really I am a recluse at heart. Weird thoughts as I ran a top London PR company and had an 8 bedroom house, nanny,driver etc.  And now, after slipping down the ‘no status’ slippery pole in Nassau (i.e. I went to dinner parties where no one asked me what I do/did/think/thought and the men talked and the women share choc cake recipes -  help me! Betty Crocker?) I start to put my ‘former life’ more and more into some contex.  

In some ways, I was totally rubbish, as I never asked for photo or autograph as I wanted to be cool (trust me when you are 24, wearing a suit that cost a month’s pay cheque and are doing Ronnie Woods Art Exhibition at Katharine Hamnett’s  gallery in Brompton Cross and Mick Jagger has just flirted with you it is weird).  And best EVER was having breakfast coffee at Daniel Day Lewis’s house before GMTV interview for London Lighthouse.  OMG.  If only I’d told him how much I love poetry etc.

Anyway – less day dreaming: back to farm life:  I suddenly thought ‘Oh no, I have no cat food.

The beach on a good day.

I’ll have to go to the shop’.  How weird is this?  Lived in London and popping into a shop (whilst making the cabbie wait) was a daily thing. Now, I actually think it through.  And actually, don’t always have any choice.  Went into Burrows today and no dog food. Great thing is that I realised that tinned Corn Beef is cheaper than Dog Food and they like it more.  I’m a convert!

At present, my world is the beach.  Seriously, the world must be full of one-legged people as there are so many odd shoes and flip-flops washed up every morning

Today I saw one black brogue, two odd trainers and two odd flip flops plus one broken flipper.

The rest of the debris was the usual glass and plastic bottles (bloody bandage is sticking by the way that makes walking difficult.  I think a) I don’t ask or demand enough info from the Cancer clinic b) I don’t want to and c)this climate is crap)

Back to the debris; it comprised: used medicine and toiletries bottles, lots of rope, bits of wood, plastic drums and containers, odd bits of plastic, several dead crabs today – one with only one leg which it moved pitifully when Tarpi sniffed it, little plastic balls from boat ropes and the polystyrene floats from boats too. Lots of light bulbs (change a bulb on a boat, throw the old one overboard obviously), the odd glass syringe (not hypodermic), small shells and lovely sand dollars.  The sea is not a dustbin people.  I shall go armed with a black bin bag next walk.

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