Wondering what a ginger cookie, a government office and a beachfront cottage have in common.

It came from a series of apparently unconnected dreams, not nightmares, one night.

Someone had delivered a beautiful gold and silver and platinum box to our front door. Inside were the most delicious organic, what else, ginger cookies.

Then suddenly we were on the phone to a government office resolving a problem buying a permit to drive to a neighbouring county. Perhaps virus-anxiety-induced?

We ended the night sipping watermelon juice on the steps of the cottage, the only one on a crescent of beach framed by palms and tamarisk trees.