Beneath the cold florescent lights in a grey office expanse, I watch winter winds batter London rooftops below.  I dream of a cool ocean breeze at my back and warm rays on my face. Long grass at my fingertips.

Today I am dreaming of the idyllic village of West Lulworth. A seaside haven of thatched roofs, crooked doorways and creeping ivy between Durdle Door and Lulworth Cove. A place of wildflower gardens. Lilac and lavender. Ducklings resting by bubbling brooks. Sweet shops and country cafes.