27th January 2025
This is a brief companion piece to ‘The wet season’ posted on 17 October. Seems Brian was right all along (December to March – “Sometimes more rain than sun, sometimes more sun than rain”). Wise man.
We see the weather rolling in from the south-east if we raise our gaze to the horizon beyond Sam Lord’s Castle on the coast. The sea morphs from deep indigo/shimmering silver/blinding white (take your pick depending on the angle of the tropical sun) to gunmetal grey, or (as happened just now) disappears altogether. Batten down the hatches! The ensuing downpour is very useful for checking where the roof is leaking. We await two quotes for roof repairs – I can’t say I’m overly enthusiastic about chasing either, but this and other nettles must be grasped tomorrow because…the last of the VIPs fly home tonight. Sob. The sky is obviously lamenting their imminent departure, as are we. They are being released on licence having been reminded that they can be recalled to custody at any time – hopefully for a long sentence with hard labour.
We salute all six of the VIPs. They’ve made a gigantic contribution to our adventure. A heartfelt THANK YOU, guys – it’s been magic ✨.
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