In Dorset with Fibonacci The Younger, two weeks ago. A view across Chapman's Pool. Getting to it is less easy than some other beaches, but worth it. Hardly any people, even on a day as glorious as the one coming to its close in the photograph. Just us and two other families; it felt like we had the place to ourselves. Couldn't find Colin Chapman's headstone anywhere; or a fraying Lotus Elite in a boat shed. The light was never less than fabulous. It really did turn to pewter as we walked back up the path. A swallow caught a moth four feet from my nose.
Later, at The Square and Compass, we had a pint, a pie and a Coca-Cola. In upended glasses, and with all his new best mates, Fibonacci Minor trapped dozy wasps. A girl turned up with a ferret peeping out of her blouse. She went inside to play in the band. Don't know what happened to the ferret.
