Icarus on holiday #3

Ah, the sweet smell of clematis mingled with coffee and sea salt as I sit semi dressed on the verandah, just getting ready for my early morning swim. Indolence doesn't become me. I read loads of books on holiday which is a bit of a bus man's holiday. But I have my mandolin too and will work on something new. Oh, and a book of poetry by Katherine Coles who very kindly gave me a signed copy when last I saw her in London... But I guess that's as tough as it gets, oh lah....