A quiet Sunday

It was a quiet day at home - I finished editing the rugby photos from yesterday, and then Thomas asked me to drop him at the barber. While he was there I wandered down to the river and noticed these ducks just watching the world go by. There was such a long queue at the barber that I left him there and came back home to make lunch - crab and prawn risotto and a salad, which Thomas loved!

Poor Gavin is spending the weekend in the Cape Verde islands (due to lack of flights home). Nothing much happens there. During the apartheid era it was used by South African Airways as the refuelling spot for their flights from Johannesburg to New York, as they were not allowed to fly over Africa. They paid for an especially long runway to be built for their planes to land there, the extra length being necessary due to the heat there. I once did a flight from Johannesburg to New York in the 90's and we stopped to refuel here - passengers were not allowed to disembark and I remember sitting in the hot and stuffy plane for well over an hour while they refuelled. Nowadays it is a safety measure for passengers to disembark when a plane is being refuelled. These days the planes fly direct to New York but in the quiet season when smaller planes are used, they refuel at Dakar, Senegal, on the return trip.