Here I am at the seaside, again.  Torquay this time.  Home to Fawlty Towers, and the inimitable Manuel (Qué?).  Maybe we’ve hit on a particularly good weekend but I get the feeling it is often like this in Torquay: hot and sunny with endless blue skies.  Eternally tanned pensioners watch knots of youngsters crabbing at … Continue reading The Running Tide