A Trail of Ice Cream Drips

The clouds and haze that have been hanging over the island all week drifted away during the night and the day dawned bright and clear. Perfect for Pat and Kat’s wedding today. The forecast from now on seems to be relentless sunshine. The nights are already warm and restless as the rocks release the heat they have soaked up during the day. It is that time of the year when the spiders build their enormous webs, festooned from tree to tree with neatly wrapped flies and mosquitoes. Duvets are packed away and mosquito nets unbundled.

Down in the harbour it is hot and quiet. The day trippers have arrived and scuttled off in search of shade. Those in organized groups straggle reluctantly along the quay behind the bright parasols of their guides, lingering at displays of sunhats in the tourist shops.
Summer is written in a trail of ice cream drips below our office balcony, relic of various porters and hoteliers hanging about in the only available shade, waiting for the ferry to dock.

Have a good weekend.

Regards,
Adriana