We’re going to be at the beach all week, in Jamesport, New York, which is somewhere exactly right here, with Genevieve and Francesco and Samson. That’s a good trio of names for weeklong beach companions.
We’ve stocked up on suntan lotion, Lydia has new flowery flip-flops, and I’ve got my beach reading picked out. In addition to plenty of Dorothy L. Sayers and Ian Fleming, I can’t wait to re-re-reread “Swallows and Amazons.”
Better drowned than duffers. If not duffers, will not drown.
I’m going to be completely offline all week, which is making me a little dizzy. In a good way! Hurrah!