I sit on the terrace, the late afternoon sun still warm on my face as a slight breeze touches me and leaves me feeling remarkably happy. In the pool I hear the sound of laughter and I smile, heartened by the love and affection I feel from my family.

I think back to the last few weeks, the bedlam that has followed me from pillar to post as the pressures of work have heightened to new levels, and I leave those thoughts there, happy to let them sit in the box to which I will return, invigorated from this trip.

In from of me the orange groves sit and my eye follows them down the valley to the village below, the Catholic church the centre of everything that moves around here. Soon we shall get showered and make our way down for tea but for now, for a few more precious moments, I sit, King of my seat.