Sitting not quite still, sifting through articles in a magazine which is only mildly more disappointing than I imagined, and soaking up the first real (warm) sunshine we’ve had this year.

This afternoon’s agenda includes repairing a rotting hammock, working out how the logistics of how a travelling hammock might work in somewhere that isn’t an island full of coconut trees, watering house plants, copious rehydration of self, writing a story.