The weather is hot again. It is supposed to be an Indian Summer, we heard. Summer does not seem to have stopped for a long time. We had some of our pond water changed over a week ago. No one seems to remember exactly when.

The days melt into one another.

The blue umbrella is opened to shelter us. Breakfast was stress free, as the cat stayed indoors. The food bearer told us he had appropriated a chair for himself by throwing out the former occupants.

This is typical cat behaviour, no doubt.

We are pleased for him and hope he stays there.

Meanwhile we swim. Silky water wavers through our fins . . .