This great lump of raincloud has just dumped on us, and intends to return throughout the day, so I doubt there will be much beaching today.
I have to go out at midday, which, apparently, will be pretty wet too, but it’s only around the corner, and I have Neil’s flippers, or fins as they call them in the diving world. I’ve never been any good with a snorkel, so I’ll have to use the tank when I get to the Kali Strata and have to ford it to the other side. It’ll be a fun trip, but after it, I think I will probably stay home with some afternoon TV and a mug of Horlicks. At least, I would if I had any. It definitely feels like winter is on its way. Not the cold part of winter, that comes later, but the autumnal, wet part of it. Here’s my view at 07.00 this morning.
Still, I have more editing to do, it’s not cold, we have tea bags, and all is right with the world. We even have water, after Neil managed to hand pump the mains flow into the tank, a job which took him about an hour before the pressure built enough to allow a trickle, which eventually filled the thing. Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink, a classic line from Coleridge’s poem, the Rind of the Ancient Marmalade. Which reminds me, I might have breakfast today.
