It was too hot to blog, too hot to sleep. So ...

I drank cold raspberry wheat beer in a beachside bar.

I watched a sunset of Tiepolo blue and celestial gold.

I propped myself against an old boat and read a biography of George Eliot until I simply had to put it down and splash in the sea.

I bought local gooseberries, cherries and strawberries from a proper greengrocer.

And a copy of Olive Kitteridge from the charity shop.

My ice-cream flavour of the week from the posh ice-cream shop was maple and walnut.

But I also enjoyed a Mr Whippy from the fish and chip shop.

And I mended the garden tap ... just as it started to pour.

Tonight the girl from the corner shop cafe was standing out in the street giving away enormous slices of Victoria sponge with cream cheese frosting ...

Oh dear, I really shouldn't. But I did.