Lou
Intrepid explorer. She dropped a couple of us off at a desert island in search of wild goats. Getting onto the island was tricky, the rocks were so sharp, particularly in the barnacly area. (Need a wooden spatula apparently) We only found bleached bones, puddles of olive stones and a dead bird amid the stench of the guano.
The colourful shots are here, with the colourful characters. Thanks Andrew, it was a great trip. We didn't get to sail as the wind dropped right down, but we swam, ate a lovely picnic and watched the fishes in the crystal clear water. None of us could really believe it was so warm this late.
Lou won't mind me telling you she is 87, fit as the proverbial and swims like the proverbial too. As F and I left her in the Port, I swore she said she was going to get back home on her motorbike!
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