Sunshine

Whenever the sun shines, I go to pieces. Nothing gets done, TO DO lists are ignored, work is barely tolerated and I begrudge every minute that I can't be soaking up the rays.

I blame my years away from England's temperate climate for this obsession. To lie on a tropical beach, lulled by the rythym of the waves, totally at one with the sun and the sea and the sand in a meditation that engages every sense, gives true meaning to my worship of the sun.

Closer to home, sun-soaked coves hidden between craggy Devon cliffs, or sheltered pebble hollows sculpted by the seas of the sweeping Sussex coast, or springy beds of meadow grass on the Downs are equally tempting. Or there's always the back garden...