The wind blows on

Another attempt to get out before the departure of Australian DS this afternoon. About one hundred metres from the car was enough for most and this photo gives you an idea of how warm it was. Best bit was the sand blowing into one's face...
Another beach and then return to visit the airport. Luckily the planes ran to time and all the required connections were made.
The evening was a quiet visit to the local pub. I suffered my ritual "Hello Santa" abuse for a local in his cups, the four oldsters received a stern and slurred speech on the benefits on full insular integration and DS#1 suffered from a surfeit of something other than lampreys. A quiet pizza across from the house at 3 am helped the stomach settle.