As I said yesterday, I love sitting watching the sea, particularly when there are waves breaking, the sound of them is like no other sound. The sight of them at times so majestic, at others gentle and calm, the way they turn over somehow setting off a long roll of turning water, changing colour from grey and blue to white. From the delicate fineness of the white spray, to the contrasting grey heaviness of the expanse of the sea, it’s the same substance. Yet so totally different in its form, what else, I wonder, could change as much as that. Water is an amazing thing, what strength it has, what power.