The 'Tardis' factor kicked in quite heavily today. Having arrived here under cover of darkness and got to bed at 5am, I was marginally surprised to fling back the curtains this morning (well, noon) and find myself looking out onto a sundrenched holiday beach scene. Gosh, the Riviera in full swing. I staggered down to our hotel's section of beach and found most of our touring party strewn over sunloungers in various states of undress. The sun, sea, sky, etc., was all rather gorgeous, but I was already struggling. Coming from full on touring work mode to be dropped into the middle of a vacation paradise with no warning came as such an extreme disconnect I found it easier not to engage with it.
I managed a nice lunch on the sea view terrace looking out at a thousand deep fried bottle blonde babes and early retired CEOs scampering about in G-strings against a back-drop of obscenely large yachts, then headed back to the comparative sanity of my room.