We all wore gloves on the way to school this morning - it's that much of a fall day. And the photo situation is a bit more sorted out. How about an extra dose of summer?
Sunrise at Duck, North Carolina.
My beach book - not in the usual sense of taken to the sand (that's a job for a magazine, I'd say) - but my souvenir from a fantastic independent bookseller in Duck. Lloyd Jones's Mr Pip and Ian McEwan's On Chesil Beach are the only two of the Booker Prize short list I've read. Jones and McEwan seem to be the bookies' favorites (that's the bet-takers', not necessarily the bookish folks'). Anyone who's read these, or any others from the shortlist, care to weigh in?
And souvenir yarn, too. (I didn't mean to drop it in the pool. All that lifeguarding back in high school came in handy.)