Not a soul on the beach today, and all those poolside chaise longues have been packed away. Tropical Storm Noel is steadily making his way north from Cuba where already he's caused quite a bit of mischief. Winds here are gusting at 50 miles an hour and Paul is beside himself.

Me, I'm not bothered.

...of our 'backyard'.

Look, I know it's been a while since I've posted anything, in fact, I confess I've not even peeked in to see what you've all been writing. I am truly sorry for that. I am on my knees at this very minute praying for your pardon. The fact that I am actually sitting in a comfy chair sipping a latte with no intention of ruining the crease in these trousers should in no way dispel that forgiving mood I can tell had already enveloped you. This is me apologising. But really, we've been busy, Paul and I. I can chart it all back to that holiday we took in March (why, it was only three or four posts ago). You see, we'd got fed up with winter. Oh, it was a long one, and brutal- it never would end. And so we flew out of bleak New England (like the proverbial bats) and washed ashore on sunny Miami Beach. I can tell you it changed our lives. And ultimately, the course of our life.

We have decided to make this place our home. And so here we are, and here we shall stay. Eternally on holiday.