I’m back in Portugal to the very resort and even the same villa that features in my book, well just a few paragraphs. Sun, sea... relaxation, although trying to look cool on arrival tripping over your own mini suitcase on wheels and unable to break ones fall with my other hand dug into my pocket was difficult to recover from with any skill. ‘Have you been drinking?’ springs to mind... “Yes PG Tips tea!”

Now I’m here it means much more to me, I almost feel it deserved a bigger part in my book, I guess that's why writers need editors to reign us in from becoming too self indulgent with our thoughts, particularly on a personal piece.

I’m already thinking how long I could stay here until I really want to come home. It’s quiet and peaceful, the sun could be better... Maybe I should have come later in the year but then it's a compromise between the amount of people and more guarantee of all day sun. I’ve probably been here seven or eight times, I feel lucky after such a poor winter, I’m really ready for sunshine 24/7 to thaw me out from the snow back home. It is wonderful here, and I know only to well that it would take just one bad week of rain to ruin that completely... Fingers crossed.