The day is long and good. The simple repair I have made to rose holds up all day long. I swim at Tranchia sur Mer, and doze in the mid afternoon sunshine, on the beach. I buy sunglasses and my eyes relax. I draw the campsite of the night before, as seen by a surfer, if one had gotten up early enough.
across vast salt marshes, green fields os vast hey are cut off from view by the earths curve. They make lousy photos though, too flat.
Kilometre 3000 passes under tyre. A beautiful if a little desperate hunt in sunset over grassy exposed cliffs. I build my own fortification next to concrete WWII monoliths. I have fresh underwear, crisp with salt, washed in the sea.
