What a strain

It's been a stressful morning. Discisions needed to be made. Where should we sit on the beach? What should we drink when the butler asks? Should the Gorse Fox read some more or take a swim? Will that cloud dump any rain or just scoot by?

We had a visitor at one point. He snuck in behind us and hunted through the vegetation at  the base of the gnarled old tree by our loungers.

So it went on. It was a lovely morning but soon after two the clouds looked a little threatening. We packed our things and headed to the restaurant. As we sat down the heavens opened and beat out a paradiddle on the canopy. We had timed it to perfection. The Silver Vixen enjoyed a Waldorf salad while the Gorse Fox wrapped his body round a short rack of ribs washed down with a glass of the local rum. Once finished, the skies had cleared and we returned to the beach. We had it to ourselves... the Silver Vixen sitting in the sun, and the Gorse Fox skulking in the shade.

We spent another hour or so at the beach before returning to our room for a shower. Tonight, apparently, is Italian Night on the terrace.