I sit on a gentle grass slope. Around my head, swallows and house martins flit, performing intricate acrobatics as they hunt. Below me sweeps a wide, azure bay fringed with golden sand, fishing villages clinging stubbornly to the cliffs. In the center of the bay is a large fleet of racing yaghts, their movement reduced by distance to an elegant nautical ballet. The afternoon sun gently toasts my back, and a cold beer nestles in my hand. Life is good. I shall finish this post later. Lethargy calls.

A great view should never stay the same, and it is a truth universally acknowledged that the harbour of Dartmouth affords visual splendour nigh unparalleled. To see…

You know what? I’m gonna stop now. I’m getting a little carried away with this, and I’ve prattled on long enough for one day. Oh, and I warn you, I think I may have sorted the email blogging now so you will never be safe from my ramblings…

PS I will try to be a little more entertaining next time. Or at least a little less odd…