Gone Fishing 2

A dramatic sort of day today. Rain is threatened but maybe not till tomorrow.

I am on my fast and trying not to pay any attention to my rumbly tumbly, but it's not easy. Roll on tomorrow afternoon when I am allowed to eat again. I went for a walk along the beach at El Faro earlier to take my mind off it. The owner of these rods was asleep in a chair, tucked into a crevice in the rock. I wonder if he'll catch anything.

It's the airport run again this evening as Sis and Wendy return to the UK after their visit. Such a shame they didn't get much sun. It was better in Scotland I think!