Not that I understand art or anyfin BUT there are five different kinds of grey over the Pacific today.
Since I wrote that sentence nightime has dscended faster than a gymslip going over an eager school girls head.
I know it’s all to do with the Equator but if you’re not careful the day has gone and there’s nothingt left but rum cocktails and coconut chicken by candlelight.
I can just about make out The Isle of Chora now and it aint even time for the 6.00 clock news.
This morning we had an electricity cut thus leaving us without a kettle and water, since the water pump is run by the local leccy board. It did feel a little like camping in Dimchurch only with a view of the Ocean .
The monochrome landscape is bewitching and according to Freddie and his reading of the moons phases we could be in for a lot more chiaroscuro contrast before we get back to Blighty.
The fireflies are out in force tonight, flashing in the hedhgerows, whilst the crickets are creaking out their evening chorus.
The girl is shouting at the insect invasion in her eyrie, as she tries to write….I can hear her cussing a Costa Rican cockroach.
I picked up a brochure about this area and discovered that we have come here seriously out of season. There will be a Halloween party if we want it- NOT – but otherwise most places are closed until the week we leave. It hasn’t detracted from our holiday though, and there’s still a chance we may still catch some rays through that grey cloud blanket….
Gordon the gecko has started his evening chat and the rain drops are plopping into the plunge pool – so vots new?