Catch

We never did see what the gill nets brought in. The fisherman had shuffled back to the shore over the early hours and all traces of dodgy dealings were dispatched. However, the wind had stayed up all night, so there were feisty dreams all round and no need for the air conditioning (hurrah!) We had a perfect morning, but the boys were pretty much snared by the mosquito nets and the beginnings of feeling relaxed, so the day just drifted on.

I had a few stressful hours sorting things from afar, but finally we escaped to the hills a little in the sunset. This island is a marvel, full of ancient and modern history. I am on the quest for healing waters (!) and though the spirited types may prove better value in the end, I am willing to try the thermal type. The wind is still up and the waves are crashing down metres in front of the house. I wonder what tomorrow's catch will be..