Tuesday: Sandy Bay

When I arrived, a handsome young gay couple from Lyon, Pierre and Robert, arrived with me. The man waiting for me was also waiting for them and we all came to the Glenn Boutique Hotel. Well this morning at breakfast, they invited me to join them for an afternoon at the beach. I had an idea of how that might be.

I worked on my script in the morning, and then met them at noon and off we went in their rental car to the beach. It was a 30-minute drive along the beautiful coast drive to Sandy Bay. We parked the car and walked about a kilometre to the bay and what a bay, but there was no shade and it was over 30°. Worse—the water was freezing cold.

We spent the afternoon there: I walked around and they guarded my stuff and then they went off and I guarded their stuff (and baked). But when I came home, my beautiful room was glowing with sunshine. A bath, some diet coke and my New Yorker and I was in heaven, and in the evening a had a nice dinner here at the hotel.

There are orchid-like wild geraniums everywhere.

Pierre amongst the glorious wildflowers.

Straight up from the beach where we were.

This is where we spent the afternoon.

A small natural composition.

Shells.

A friend dropped by.