Rose late by our standards – circa 7:45.
Breakfast was the English variety – well cooked, quality bacon and pork sausage for the highlights.
We decided to have a restful day when all the others Safari like crazy. So basically spent the day poolside, Reading and writing up this journal.
Daisy went back to shower etc and was gone ages. Mostly she was washing my shorts and top which had been smothered with coffee in the “morning breeze at breakfast” incident, just as Andrew had made a fresh pot for me – remarkable breeze to blow over a full mug.
Meanwhile I read while a family with kids swam. Then they went and Daisy joined me, I wrote and the Safari came to us – elephants, the odd hippo, antelope, waterbuck etc.
Lunch was chicken kebabs, the tea came from Huntington Lodge, the choc cake was ordinary.
As the sun started to go down, we returned to the room – I saw a fish eagle but Daisy missed it.
Once it was dark, we saw eyes sailing down the river, should I torches on them and realise that they were crocodiles!
Down for dinner where Guy (a.k.a. Mrs Fry’s son) has done is proud by cooking a pork with a super crackling rich with apple sauce and mash and veg. A Pavlova dessert t0o – he is into desserts he tells us. He also promises to spoil us tomorrow night!
Strangely, the inseparable triplets were separated tonight with Mrs Nervous-Traveller chatting up Chris almost all evening until Chris and Emma joined her for dinner. Daisy speculates, Ged merely observes. We shall see.