I was going to write about work here and about how I'm finally hitting my stride and all that lark. But to be honest, I'm not sure that I want to talk about it. When it's going well, it isn't an issue so I don't need to say much. I will say that I'm making sure I get out on time a few days a week a minimum to continue to enjoy this work life balance I've discovered over the past year.

I'd much rather dwell on our beach trip this Sunday gone. We had a lazy pancake breakfast and then headed ocean ward. Much time was spent splashing about in the shallows and commenting on how soft we had become. Since when can the Indian Ocean be classified as cold? Judging by our squeals on entry, since we've forgotten what Atlantic Ocean feels like on our skin. I'm going to have to toughen up when I get home!

After some amusing sunglasses hunting (lost during an elegant dive over a wave and never seen again) I wrapped myself in my big stripy beach towel and sat close to the water's edge and watched the waves roll in. The sun slowly sank towards the horizon, warming my chilly skin and all I could hear was the crash of the waves and the odd tweeting bird. I felt content. Truly content. This life really is great.