Grooves

Working at home today: drinking excessive amounts of strong black coffee, writing a ridiculous amount of words. Mo's also been at home, but with the dreaded lurgy - I've hardly seen her, other than to supply glasses of water and paracetamol. It's really hit her hard.

I ran out of words at about the same time the printer ran out of paper, so I headed up to the stationers in the high street. As the tide was out, it meant I could take the scenic route - along the beach.

The outgoing tide had left some beautifully intricate track marks in the sand.