City beach

Now I'm livin'
out here on the beach,
but those seagulls are
still out of reach.
I went to the radio interview,
but I ended up alone
at the microphone.

A beautiful early morning drive to Kinghorn. Claire is still asleep. Then tea. Then school & airport.

It’s hot in Amsterdam. I take a train and then a bus, proudly flourishing my freshly charged transport card. The flat is on the 7th floor with huge windows and amazing views. There’s also good WiFi, solid table, and all necessaries.

We down tools at 6, and meet at a nearby restaurant called Pllef. Container walls, sand piled up, a beach on a canal. We order a tray of small eats and bask in the evening warmth.

Back on the 7th floor I collapse on a fresh bed.