the sun strikes back, but the comeback is short-lived

Yes, yes, yes! Finally a day that dawned without that ominous pattering sound on the roof. I spent the morning back over on the South coast on Miami beach (or Enterprise beach, if you're local) which is notable for its lack of beachbums and beachchair vendors. Out to sea from this beach is a line of buoys and oildrums which make a perfect swimming course, and the sea today being calm and current-free, I struck out to see if I could swim to the Grendadines (teehee). If it weren't for the lifeguards spending almost the entire morning trying to fix a mash-up waverunner (noisily), it would have been a perfect scene of tranquility... ah well, you can't have it all.

So then it was back to Bathsheba for a lunch of banana, cheese cutter with peppersauce, cassava pone washed down with a bottle of Banks, just before the resurgence of the rain. Joe's river literally flooded the sea with mud just up from the Soupbowl - rather an impressive sight with a delta of mud separated distinctly from the clear blue beside and beyond.

Blogging may be rather infrequent over the coming days, as I'm likely to be doing lots of nothing and much of the same, so unless my brain decides to ferment some astonishing wisdom due to lack of physical activity, I think I'll refrain from publicising my continued laziness.

On that note, so much not looking forward to coming back to the dry, cold, dusty air of Europe. Sorry all, but the new plan is to metamorphose into a fish and hide out at the Folkstone marine reserve here and get fat off the reef pickings... gulp!