Hipsway

The Brazilians were hard not to keep in rhythmn with tonight in the port.

I resisted because I've been a creaky old groan today. But day has become night and the beach was only approachable just before the sun hid behind Sa Muleta and the lighthouse. A Playmobile pirate was miraculously rescued from an untimely death beneath the waves, before being imprisoned in a sand dungeon. There were real tears from little Agu before I found it bobbing along the bottom of the beautiful briny sea. A little miracle was rewarded with a little curry and a visit from the Brazilians along Repic beachfront.

All salt, tears or marine, are washed away, and I suspect tomorrow will have a slow start, hipswaying or not.