I wake up to no power and gentle rain. Low cloud keeps the sunlight out of the house. Lib and Bea decide to have a bath outside because it is raining. Nothing is better than a bath in the rain.

It is too dark inside. Morning tea and juice ritual disrupted by lack of power. I eject myself from the house and in bare feet walk to the park, then follow the path along the beach for a bit. The shuffled-up iPod chooses Gorecki’s 3rd in all its dark sombre beauty. Half way to the old power station I turn and descend to the beach and walk back with my feet playing in the shallows.