Saturday 5th July: Still lots of Fog

This morning there was so much fog that it felt like it had rolled up the stairs in order to station itself outside our windows. This was quite some going as our hotel 'two blocks from the ocean' was just that. I crawled back into bed, deciding that if the weather was not going to play fair then neither was I. Instead I read as Tim snoozed.

Hours later I decided reading next to the pool, albeit in a haze, would be more interesting and although my book is hilarious (French Revolutions - Cycling the Tour de France by Tim Moore), I soon became engrossed in the pool competitions an aunt and her seven nieces and nephews were having. The general gist seemed to be to empty as much pool water as possible with as much style (or I guess as little style) - of course this culminated in leg flailing dive which the damn busters would have been proud of. The belly flops delivered with such finesse where the funniest.

Tim, unprepared to sell his soul to the pool lounging devil, hunted out local book and bike shops for one of his favourite pastimes - window shopping.