We stumbled across a Cambrian beach that had weird Wicker Man-style constructions, and found a bagpipe player at the other end blasting his music out into the ocean.

I’m such a doughnut. The chilly breeze made me complacent, the tops of my feet missed out on sunscreen and this is the result of a few hours at the beach.

Waiting to get registered for the Prudential RideLondon 19. Caught the women’s race from the finish line last night and saw the horrible crash, but it hasn’t put us off.

Another rainy day, another umbrella left on the train. Buying a new one on a regular basis feels like a self-imposed idiot tax. I need a new strategy to minimise my losses.

I haven’t had this kind of obsession over an album for years. Marika Hackman’s I’m Not Your Man is absolutely incredible. Instantly accessible but reveals its brilliance over many plays. With a new album out soon it looks like this is a great time to have found out about her.