Sunday. The traditional day of rest. And today I took that literally… with no running, no surfing, no cooking. Just reading my book as the boys buried each other in the sand and I took the obligatory photo. And sneaking off to read mid afternoon and finding myself dead to the world a few hours later, only to be woken by a pile-on of boys.

Sunday. The traditional day of family. And today it was just us 4, for the majority of the day, extending to friends whom we have known as long as family and who take us, just as we are, warts, history and All, with no shame, no comment, just appreciating our 'shit wine' and company…. hopefully not too shit… until we stagger home happy and rested, ready for a new week.