I ride into the hills that overlook the Maze where Rachel will lose her sweater (calm down lads – there’ll be a T-shirt underneath) and try and seize the moment. It is an astonishingly beautiful morning and deathly quiet. The streets were completely deserted as I set out and I heard a parrot squawking at me from one house and noticed again how strange it is that Spanish people like to drive to a nice spot and then wash their car. It makes a lot of sense when you think about it. Back in my hutch I try and focus on the shotlist – we will shoot parts of 16 scenes in the first two days. John and Guillermo are doing wonders with the schedule – I try and keep up but in truth I’m living in denial on how much we have to do. Re-read my SClub diary so far. Note to self – must stop calling people ‘valiant,’ ‘stalwart’ etc. even if it’s true. Watch this space for more imaginative character assessment of fellow crew members.