It has been a kind of lazy day. Though the morning started with a burst
of athletics ( running, swimming) it felt like not much was happening.
Though come to think of it I snuck into the neighboring hotel and jumped in their pool to swim. It is better and no one was around. Of course I recognized a friend having breakfast there in the restaurant by the pool and helped myself too.......(best not incriminate)
In the afternoon I pulled myself up and decided to practice my golf swing on the beach near by. The tide was low and as I was using wiffle balls they wouldn't go far
Some boys, well perhaps somewhat elderly boys are playing ultimate frisbee on the beach. They have
marked a great rectangle in the flat wet sand. It is hot and they get
sweaty and tired quickly.
One person has brought a water bottle that acts as the outer marker of their playing field. Either tiredness or the tide will soon spoil their game.
I go back to my room. I have swung my club, and taken pictures. A pretty good afternoon. Tonight I will post them here and try and make a story about it all.
I take a selfie......something I don't usually do. I am having a pretty good time.
Though come to think of it I snuck into the neighboring hotel and jumped in their pool to swim. It is better and no one was around. Of course I recognized a friend having breakfast there in the restaurant by the pool and helped myself too.......(best not incriminate)
In the afternoon I pulled myself up and decided to practice my golf swing on the beach near by. The tide was low and as I was using wiffle balls they wouldn't go far
The tide was coming in so the crabs were climbing into their holes and pulling the wet lumps up over the top.
Not sure why they do that other than to be protected from the inrushing tide.
It is Sunday afternoon and there are lots of families about. Kids and adults enjoying the busy activity about their feet.
It is Sunday afternoon and there are lots of families about. Kids and adults enjoying the busy activity about their feet.
The derelict boat no longer moves at all. But the wind makes a creaking sound to the loose bits of the cabin.
Some things that no longer move.
Some things that no longer move.
One person has brought a water bottle that acts as the outer marker of their playing field. Either tiredness or the tide will soon spoil their game.
I go back to my room. I have swung my club, and taken pictures. A pretty good afternoon. Tonight I will post them here and try and make a story about it all.
I take a selfie......something I don't usually do. I am having a pretty good time.
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