Even I am hard pushed to describe one of the most delicious sensual experiences you may be lucky to encounter.
That of the ‘breeze’. No, dear sweet Americans, not air conditioning: The Breeze. As in open windows. Curtains gently moving.
I know I keep moaning about the ghastly shrills of seagulls in the morning but they are well made up for by that gentle fresh air keeping me afloat – all windows open. Living so close to the coast I have no idea what it’s like inland. Knowing England the air will be either stale, stagnant or so windy you have to hang onto your hat and roof tiles lest they fly off.