Wednesday 9 October

Garry is up this morning and looking surprisingly sprightly.  He has bounced back well.

Cherrie and I go for an early morning walk.

We pass the local mechanic

I’m intrigued to know how you can leave without picking up your butt

We keep our eyes down in some areas

And steer clear of others

The boab trees are huge, and quite wonderful

And the mangos are just ripening

Later, we six take a leisurely walk through town, going our separate ways.  It’s hot and steamy but the pearl shops are very nicely air conditioned.  And the wallets are tightly closed.

We return home for lunch and a swim in the pool.  Garry is particularly enjoying his swim and relaxing in the rhythm of his strokes.  Until he realises both hearing aids are in.  Fortunately he’s brought his old, spare, ones with him.

Buoyed by all of us being well, we head off to Cable Beach for sunset drinks and dinner at the nice looking restaurant on the beach.  Never judge a book by it’s cover they say.

The sunset was spectacular though

 

The dinner was less so.  Very ordinary food, but lovely company.

Then Watto started to feel unwell.  We were ready to go home and that’s what we did.

Thursday 10 October

Awoke early to a message from Watto that she and Graham have both been struck down by the Great Southern Rail lurgy and could we please get them some lemonade and Gastrolyte, which of course we do.   Garry is unwell again too.

After cheering Di up by referring to her as ‘the sitting duck’ Cherrie and I drive to the Broome Port and walk along the pier.  It’s very pretty country here and the water is the most magnificent azure colour.

We have a gorgeous swim at Cable Beach where the water is warm (26 degrees) and very salty.  It really is a most beautiful beach, and not a snake in sight.  Returning home mid-morning,  the Taylor’s have not been sighted, poor things, Garry is bed so it’s just Cherrie, me and the sitting duck relaxing at home.

When everyone is better we may go for a camel ride.

What could possibly go wrong?