The weather turned bad over the weekend and the sea became rough. Boats were pulled up away from the beach and the cabins on the pier were wheeled back up to safe ground. By Monday huge rolling waves were crashing into the coastline and all plans of starting work were put on hold.
I went for a walk on the little coastal pathway between the two main beaches, watching the sea change colour in front of my eyes. From a dark brooding navy a bright strek of turquoise emerged.
The turquoise streak grew and grew, enveloping the coastline and brightening up the day.
I walked on towards Fornillo. The waves were still breaking high up on the sand and the half constructed beach bars lay folornly abandoned, waiting for the waves to subside once more.In the afternoon the skies became gray again, clouds floated down and settled on the mountain tops and then it started to rain. I decided that the only sensible thing to do was to go back home, make a cup of tea and settle down on the sofa under a warm blanket with Skye to watch a film.