Sure, the shores that fringe Barcelona might be crowded in August but I still love them all the same. I usually prefer to skip Barceloneta and instead head to the quieter sands near the W Hotel, which is where we shot these photos earlier today. In the sunshine, straight after a iced coffee and still early enough to avoid most of the tourists – it certainly wasn’t the worst Monday morning. But today I come to you with a confession, an infrequent one, but I, for the first time in a long time, cannot think of anything to write here. I don’t have much to say other than a vague account of my morning and some photos were I was having more fun than posing. Perhaps the lethargy of August has set in, I won’t deny it is almost that time of month for me, when I bloat behind belief and usually tend to sit around dreaming of chocolate covered everything. I’m not low or sad, not at all, just lethargic – and too lazy to combine words in the way I usually try to. So for now, I leave you with this beach morning of mine and a hope for more energy and some eloquence, tomorrow.