Another lazy day on the beach, but a far more careful Jo and Adrian today! My feet were painful everytime the sun shone on them, so I spent nearly the entire day lying under the sun-shelter, only coming out when young Jack demanded some entertainment in the surf.
The trip to the Lorne book exchange is becoming almost a , its one of the better second-hand book shops that I know of, with an amazing range of old hardcover titles by authors nobody has ever heard of. I picked up a wonderfully worn, old paperback copy of Laurence Durrell’s Reflection of a Marine Venus and then lay on the beach reading it. With the sound of the waves, the colour of the sky, and the murmur of greek conversation coming from nearby, we could have been lying in the Mediterranean. Time will tell whether, in the words of one reviewer, “you either love Durrell’s writing, or you loathe it.”
