The mosquito coil is slowly burning and though it is still light I know that soon it will be as though someone has flipped the switch to send us into darkness. It has been a Goldilocks day - not too hot, not too cold but just right.
We began the day, as usual, with a trip to the pool. Unlike yesterday there were other people there, new people we had not seen before. They stared, like they always do though the eldest woman did speak to Harriet later in a very friendly way.
We overhead her say that she was going to spend the winter "up north". This turned to out to mean not Canada or Maine but Charleston, South Carolina. This reminded me of a Cornish couple I met once who told me they were leaving Truro for the "big smoke". They meant Exeter.
The afternoon required a trip to the store (beer we had none) and a return to the pool. The evening finished with a walk along the shore and steaks on the barbecue. As befits the day the steaks were perfect.
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