... for a nice drive to some unspoilt piece of coast, somewhere like Thorpeness
in Suffolk. Where there is just enough but no over-commercialisation. Then
I feel like sitting on the beach, swimming in the sea, mucking about with stones -
making "beach art" with them, collecting shells, eating my sandwiches on
the beach. Just doing whatever takes my fancy and thinking about stuff.
I can dream.
Instead I have to do a thousand things at home, go food shopping, allsorts of
dreadfully boring stuff. Today I don't want to do it!