Almost the shortest day.

A fell dreich day in Edinburgh. I must retreat to "the inner eye which is the bliss of solitude".

Ah, that's it. A summer afternoon in Saintes-Mairies-de-la-mer, with the sunlight sparkling on the wave tops of the Med, a nice seat on the other side of the road with a glass of chilled white and une douzaine d'huîtres. (Flashback to yesterday).