Cadgwith on the Lizard peninsula is a sublimely beautiful place. The weather has been mostly kind and we have managed to swim most days - the water is colder than Normandy/Brittany where we went last week for my niece's birthday but much warmer than the north of Scotland where we normally jump in and jump out again. And sitting on a beach after a swim is perfect for tackling the next slab of Henry James's Portrait of a Lady which I rather ambitiously brought as holiday reading. I also think that the standard of food in Cornish establishments now easily matches that of France - and the beer is much better.
But there is no mobile signal here at all and to access the internet requires the good offices of a neighbour down the lane where I am quickly typing this. As a result I have felt pleasantly dissociated from all the current Conservative shenanigans in St Albans over Anne Main's future apart from brief mentions in newspaper articles. Perhaps all politicians should cut themselves off from electronic media from time to time. No kneejerk comments to be repented at leisure.