The other evening we had our last summer evening boat trip along the coast. Skye came with us for the first time. She lay down on the cushions and stargazed all the way there, then fell asleep and stayed asleep throughout dinner. Perfectly behaved!
I sat next to a man who told us how he had survived the tsunami. He had been at a little airport, about to board a plane when the wave hit. He saw his own suitcase float past, so grabbed onto it and rode out the wave floating on his samsonite.
We've moved back home. It was lovely to stay down on the beach for a while, but its nice to be home too. Down on the beach we had visitors every evening and dinner parties on the terrace. At home, our guests have gone and it's just us.
Skye asked me to paint her 'finger-snails' pink, she also wanted 'apricorns' for lunch which she tells me is the proper word for prawns.
The rooster seems to have mysteriously vanished from outside my bedroom window, which is a very good thing.
I'm ready for winter. I am looking forward to the first waft of woodsmoke on the air, cosy sweaters and hot bubble baths, pomegranates and satsumas, England and frost. I've had enough of tourists, crowds, flip flops and sand.