Life in the harbour continues at a rate that is in stark contrast to the grave silence in the war cemeteries that surround the village.
Kent and Heather left today, flying home to the States with a zillion gigatons of wine collected over summer, leaving us guessing as to how they expect to actually smuggle it in. The inside of the boat is getting sorted to the point where the mechanical bits can finally be accessed, and then a whole new meaning of “mess” will become apparent.
Meanwhile, the dinners in the evening while reducing in numbers don’t seem to be reducing in volume or quality of food or company. We all have things to use before we go, and I suspect that Grahame and Aileen who will be the last to leave, may be left with a surplus!