It’s one of those days where there are lots of things to think about but nothing very graspable or applicable. Today I learned that owners of large country houses in England used to change their curtains for heavier ones when each winter approached. Yesterday, I saw a summer travelogue from South West England and thought to myself that I must get to the seaside this year. The last time I saw the sea must have been 2007 (Goth Town). The last time I dipped my toes in the sea must have been 2006 (Virginia Woolf's childhood beach). The last time I swam in the sea…several decades ago. In fact, so long ago that I can’t specifically remember where or when, just a vague memory of smelly, sloppy saltiness.