Dishevelled

No, I'm not talking about my hair, though I do intend to wash it in about half an hour before I go to bed - but it was the day that felt a bit ... disordered, if you prefer, with time sliding about in a random fashion because apart from my art class I didn't feel any constraints on my day. I managed to fit in my Italian before I went out, as well as the necessary coffee, then had a happy two hours back at my tiny drawing again, working out vanishing points and the perspective of houses and telegraph poles and reminding myself - though actually I'm just thinking of it now - that this was to have been the first sketch before it all went onto the light box. I also brought home my big mountain acrylic, now with hanging fixtures attached; I have to decide where it's going to hang now. Because Himself came to pick me up so that I didn't have to walk home with a canvas under my arm, we were insanely late with lunch as he and Paddy became very involved in a discussion while I wilted slightly.

Revived by a rather fabulous BLT (home-made!) I sat in the sunny garden for a while (and fell asleep, uncomfortably) before we headed to Toward for a leisurely walk. Both of us are feeling the effects of yesterday's rather gruelling Pilates classes - I keep feeling I actually can't climb the stairs - and don't feel that sitting around helps, though we certainly weren't up for much of a walk. On the way down the road I'd noticed that the low tide had revealed a strip of fine sand not all that far from Dunoon, so when we were on the way home we stopped and I had a paddle, rather delightfully, in a totally new spot for me. The extra shows the gorgeous colours and the effects of the light in the water; the main photo is the view up the Firth from where I was paddling.

Dinner was a bit late but was a quick pasta with broad beans, peas, onion and garlic - and a few chilli flakes - and a good handful of grated pecorino. It was rather delicious. And I stayed awake for long enough to see the triumph of Andy Murray and partner and the impossible gymnastic moment, but now? Sleep rock my brain ...