Five go to an island


In the hot grey morning, the boat was our best idea of the day. Puttering sedately over an almost motionless blue, we coasted past porous limestone, were inserted into one of the caves to admire its knobbly depths, and pottered on to land briefly on the island.

On the ridge of this small eminence a little air moved, and we looked up the coast past small sandless beaches and bays.  A few bugs and butterflies moved through the beige rock, dusty brown skims of soil, dry stalks and stems, and surprisingly rich green and juicy-looking tufts of new leaves, rather like hyacinth (alas, failure to botanise properly).

It was too soon to leave but time was up, and we motored away under the arms of the saint.

13th November:  the gallery



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