Conch

It is probably a mistake to read Lord of the Flies when on a beach holiday. Admittedly, I was only in southwest Wales, but still the sense of impending evil was unsettling. You never quite know what it will take for social norms to break down and unfettered savagery to be let loose. Luckily the holiday passed uneventfully.

The beach (detail).

But finding myself blogless due to a lack of wifi connection at the bottom of a cliff, I have missed out on writing daily (if not hourly) updates on the Olympic Games. I'm not sure I have the enthusiasm to catch up retrospectively, so my informative commentary will have to wait till the next time they are on. At least Team GB seemed to do well, which was good to see after all the effort of organising things and building things and the like. Granted this is not the most insightful account of the Games, but it's getting late.