So we have been for the final swim. For a moment a turtle swam with us, a bobbing green head and then gone. I don't usually do beer at breakfast, but I am trying to hold on to this feeling for as long as I can, until the last possible minute. Sunshine and beer so early. Why not?
Soon I will be home, back to other people's problems and hardly a moment to be me. Even here that has encroached on us, a cloud on an otherwise blue sea.
It rained in the night and this morning the rainbird returned as if to say goodbye. The cat let me stroke her for a second and then ran off, and some creature took a sllimy dump on my flip flop.
I guess the big adventure really is over.