And then I woke up here

Sunshine, at last. Winter was finally retreating, creeping its way southward to fill the antipodeans’ lives with chill and wet. Lucky them.

A day for a drive to the beach, pale sands glittering, lazy waves rolling in, lacy froth combing the wet sand like a lover’s teasing fingers.

Only me, I’d go alone, do what I wanted to do, spend as much or as little time on whatever it was.

Sandwich packed, thermos filled, I let the car amble between the greening hedgerows to the coastal grasslands, n...