Drove to Brittas Bay today into the sun. Just by the sea. That is all sometimes that is needed to be enough. I guess it has got so as I am prepared in some almost picturesque way at last. That there are human beings essentially without any sense of honour is no longer a surprise, and one's own lack thereof hardly stings at all. These and passing twinges of recent scenes intertwined with older ones and the signs and roadworks go by and there are trees standing inside the hills and drive on to the Band. The sun and the road and the hills and the hair of someone in breeze. The heat is here again.