The lad helping to launch the boat decided to give Bob a helping hand with the last of the anti-fouling paint..
As I was checking my Internet, I sensed some chirping and looked up to find a swallow (I think) sky-diving me. He and his mate are building a nest. I can’t hear, or see, any nestlings but the parents chirp into the nest. (I wish I knew more about bird behaviour.) When one arrives, the other flies off aiming for my head – very aggressive little creatures. If I’m very still they disregard me.
It’s taken me two days to get this photo. It’s great to see them in mid-air, changing places, but I didnt manage to click that. So, the boatyard is full of men and women preparing their sail-homes, and in this corner, about six feet away from my desk, these two are busy with theirs. Good luck to them.
And still working!
Bob is sanding and polishing. I’m cleaning, dusting, shopping but it’s warm enough to wear only a vest and shorts. Trousers and shirt in the much cooler evenings.
A different view of Peperuka. Keel, propeller and rudder with anchor in the foreground. No bird’s nests this year but I’ve spotted wasps crawling into the barbecue. Bob hasn’t investigated yet. Lots of mosquitos too, this year.
The end of another visit. In the past I’ve managed a walk on the beach and even to the hill on the other side, but not this time.
My nephew seems to be thinking, ‘I’ve been good. Dipped in holy water, said my prayers and shared my portion of parshad. Now where’s the driver to take me to Mcdonalds?’
Shopping and walking in the town with my brother and nephew. We were here fifty years ago when I was a teenager and Gurmeet a toddler. Judging from the way my mother treats us, nothing much has changed.