I returned to the castle at lunch-time after a whole morning’s work. From the ramparts it looked like nobody was at home. Then RA poked her head out of a tower window, asked me what time it was, and complained that she had a hangover. Taking into account the previous night’s raucous partying, I wasn’t surprised to learn that everyone was still in bed.

Later I managed to catch RG on the sofa. As a musician of great repute he told some fascinating rock’n’roll stories. This afternoon’s theme was the oeuvre of Blondie. I snuggled up closer to RG, keen to catch up on further tales of his exciting life on the road in the 1970s.

Meanwhile below the waves crashed against the castle rocks. There’d be no chance of leaving for the time being, so we might as well enjoy ourselves.