An Isle-of-Wight Summer

I write this in the Priory Bay Hotel near Ryde on the Isle-of-Wight. The rain is pouring down outside and Andy Murray has just lost a crucial game: the English summer this year in miniature.

Tomorrow it's back to the mainland and I'll be writing something for sciencefiction.com on today's 5-sigma discovery of the Higgs boson - which ought to put everything into perspective :-).

Clare on our private beach

Nigel and Beryl Seel

Rooosevelt and Churchill in the hotel garden?

Clare reckons the unposed shots are better

Beryl and Clare

Murray is fighting back, but the omens - like the weather prospects - are not good.