I ousted myself from bed before eight o’clock this morning and did thereafter all that is customarily entailed. Breakfast was at its customary time. The only event which prolonged the performance was a welcome communication with a retail supplier with whom we’ve lately had some controversy. By the time I cycled to Coligny Beach Park shortly after noon the crowds had already begun streaming off the beach homeward bound. They and their beach wagon contraptions laden with umbrellas, towels and foldable chairs were cluttering the bicycle paths in the vicinity to the point of obstruction. The blue sky had been overtaken by an uninteresting grey map. The beachgoers vanish like gnats when Sol disappears from view. There lingered groups of shirtless young men playing volleyball or other beach games. But the serious sun worshippers had packed it up.
