This was the scene on Littlehampton beach this afternoon. Hundreds of people sunbathing, swimming in the sea, queuing for ice creams. It was warmer than July, and much more beautiful. Busy, bustling; summery, even though, technically, it is autumn. The scent of sun cream was back in the air, along with battered fish and vinegar-soaked chips. The childen played in sand. There was no need for sleeves. We ate al fresco - a picnic and a barbecue all in one day. I wore flip flops and, later, went barefoot in the sand. The sunlight picked out the children's blue eyes in photos, lit them like candles. It was, without question, a day of perfection.
I am still struggling to believe it is October.