The water tanks were filling and a fat free cake was in the Remoska
when I walked round the wall to take photos of ‘Hetairos’ before she
left. While cake one finished cooking I tortured myself and prepared
very gooey, chocolaty, nutty brownies which left large tormenting
crumbs when I cut it. I couldn’t even pack it quickly away in boxes as
they were still full of meat which doesn’t seem to be freezing. I
played with dials and sent an email to Si for help.
Watching the clock carefully I locked up and set off for the
history walk I missed on Wednesday. It was only when I’d left I
remembered the saloon clock had lost about fifteen minutes. In the
sweltering heat I quickened my pace, but by the time I reached the
City Hall the town crier and his followers were long gone. I climbed
up the cathedral tower instead and took in a birds eye view of
Hamilton then walked back along the front hoping to accomplish today’s
mission of photographing a businessman with bright Bermuda shorts,
long socks (or Bermudian hose), jacket and tie. An interesting look;
similar to a man in bright boxer shorts just before he puts his suit
trousers on! And why long socks? If they wear shorts because of the
heat why wear thick socks up to the knee?? I failed to catch a
businessman but did catch a man in matching yellow shorts, socks and
shirt: A look as sunny as the day and a reflection of the wonderfully
bright and friendly people.
Back on Brindabella I cleaned evidence of kiskadees from the bimini
then collapsed it ready for sea. I scrubbed cockpit cushions and
prepared couscous kits and food for Si’s welcome home dinner tomorrow.
In between I had three super Skype calls today, one from Bob again,
then Si and CJ, and then Si’s family who he and CJ were having dinner
with tonight. What a lovely treat for me.
I was determined to get an early night tonight but once again it was
well after midnight before I fell into bed. A slight improvement on a
few nights this week around 2am but not conducive to banking some zeds
ready for night watches.