I sat alone on a bench by the sea eating a medium portion of chips and one greasy battered sausage, occasionally sipping from my diet coke.

It started to spit with rain. The few people that were about made a dash for cover. I wasn't moving anywhere.

I wonder how sad I must have looked sitting alone, eating soggy chips . . but I didn't care it was a nice change to be breathing in fresh air.

There's something about the smell of summer rain that is so familiar and yet I can never remember what it is . . perhaps a childhood memory that I've all but forgotten.

I did the annual "take my entire 5p collection" along to the amusement arcade and stick them all in a fruit machine . . I have no idea how many 5p's I actually had but I came out with £10 in pound coins . . I call that the gambling exchange. £10 in one pounds is better that £10 in 5p's !

I had hoped it would clear out so I could go for a long walk and had even applied some sun cream to my face before setting off this morning. This turned out to be pointless.

So I found a viewing spot, parked the car, grabbed a coffee, a small packet of chocolate bourbons and sat and watched the world go by and let my thoughts float.

Everything in my head is so quiet at the moment.

I cannot remember the last time it was this clear.

It's a very, very good feeling.