So the storm is over. All very satisfactory as I did not abandon my boat and leave her to be destroyed and abused by the wind and waves. However now comes the challenge of getting her back in the water as there are so many adventures that I want to taste, touch, feel, smell, eat, drink, rub up against and massage into my hair. OK I have no hair but you take my drift. I am determined to sail back to the Keramas and also to Tern Island.
Today? er no, the island is in a state of recovery from a post Typhoon hangover and all is quiet and generally blurry. Also I will be traveling and so the Scaffie will have to remain onshore for a couple of weeks.
So, if I cannot be fighting the tiller then I embark on my secondary love – voyeurism. I love to look at things, from afar and also from very near to. This is what I do this weekend, apart from a lot of work, but that is dull.
These are Roseate Terns. Notice black crown, orange bill, orange legs.
To my great disappointment, it would appear that the pair of Black Naped Terns that nested outside my house has not returned.
Great day watching dappled things.