Here's an endless, humming expanse of the reddest earth you ever saw. Here's a thatched hut, a wild ocean, a tropical thunderhead. Here's the neighbour walking his greyhounds past a white picket fence.
Susan Alberti looks as impeccable as ever. Blonde hair swept high, long nails painted red, lips ruby. Star-bursts of gems sparkle on her ears. Her jacket could be Chanel – I'm not game to ask – beneath it a roll-neck sweater of pastel blue.