Prone in Blue Bay, Oct 27

Jo had carefully organised a colleague for today but she couldn't make it. So we had an unplanned day off. We missed the morning snorkel boat and the afternoon boat was fully booked. Which meant that we spent the whole day lying on banana lounges under a palm tree, in a soft breeze, with the sound of the waves breaking over the reef  500 m from shore. . . all day long. We both read a book and I finished a sock but was too slothful to take a photo of the heavenly sea.

This resort was suddenly depopulated today. A bus load or two of French folk have gone home, perhaps. We anticipated a quiet dinner (breakfast and dinner buffets are included) but another bus load of Chinese locals arrived and a large group of drummers/singers are having a picnique just over the fence in the public park.

We are expecting three separate colleagues to visit tomorrow.

PS : thanks to hours of jet lagged awakeness, I finished listening to "The Vicar of Wrexhill" by Frances Trollope. The ending rewards hours of turgid prosetilizing by vanquishing a thoroughly nasty villan.