You won't be surprised to hear it was another beautiful morning here in this part of the world.
It was a beach conditioning work out to start what was to be a demanding day training wise for the players.
So Lido Beach was the venue again with the same regulars there, such as the beachcomber and the conservation guy looking after the snowy plovers.
This time there was another visitor, a dolphin which swum close alongside the edge of the beach as the players trudged along the sand back to the waiting coach.
There have been a few sightings of these graceful, playful creatures by a number of us during the past week, particularly on the fishing sortee on Sunday.
It was then time for breakfast in our regular venue, The Boathouse, which is specific for our use, and is located overlooking the marina.
Then it was off to the IMG for a gruelling session for the hard working players.
The regular prep of around 50 minutes was followed by an hour and a half of Level Five training.
As must have become evident through my pre-season diaries and any other time that you may engage me in conversation with regard to our players, I am in awe of the work in training that our squad put in on a day by day basis.
But here in Florida, in the heat and humidity that would sap the strength of anyone, the response to the training programmes and levels put before them, whether morning, afternoon or evening, has been absolutely tremendous; if what I have witnessed in the past seven days is anything to go by, there will be no fitter team in The Championship in the season ahead - and few more talented and eager to improve.
By the time the session had started the weather, as it is prone to do in this neck of the woods, had changed and the blue skies of early morning had been replaced by threatening cloud and a constant sound of rolling thunder.
But the players would have been totally oblivious of this as they were totally consumed by their own efforts and dedication to put in the times, effort and sheer strength to prepare them for the challenge ahead this coming season.
This training period lasted until almost quarter to one when it was time to be transferred to the golf club for lunch.
As with all our meal time locations, the views are picturesque.
Here at the golf club our second floor location looks out over a small lake/swamp area which is frequented by egrets most of which are white, but a few are pink.
Further across is a stunning view of some of the keys that jut out from this part of the coast.
After lunch it was back to the hotel pool for a short session with the conditioning coaches before the players had a chance to relax.
The players and staff, as a reward for the efforts put in thus far, then had an opportunity to do their own thing for a few hours.
Some chose to just relax whilst ten of us, five players and five staff took two skippered fishing boats out to pit our wits against those living under the sea.
Needless to say there was a competitive edge to it as we split ourselves into a staff boat and a players boat. Simply the most fish caught per boat would win.
Well, as one would expect with anglers, there was a sense of exaggeration with neither side trusting the other as to their total.
I can confirm that the staff boat caught (and returned directly to their natural habitat) 72 fish whilst the players boat reportedly caught (and did likewise) 82.
However, and it's a big however, one of our crew, namely midshipman Daryl Martin, landed a shark which must rate more than a three inch tiddler.
Even the skipper of the boat was impressed for the time it took Daryl to land the fish, aided and abetted finally by Simon Royce (himself a fishing devotee) who grabbed it by the tail to land it.
Back on shore, it was time for dinner, devoid of any more X Factor heats or any competition announcements.
And so to bed.