Rose early. Read. Took coffee. Read. To breakfast.
Chatted briefly with Nick, nice saffer gentleman who wondered about my journal and stuff. They have a game reserve in the north east of South Africa – game hunting, tobacco farming, maze farming and much besides. Sounds as though their farm is the size of this island!
After breakfast we kayak – more to Daisy’s taste than mine.
Then Daisy tried to paddleboard, quite successfully (just one fall) then we watch Richard and John waterski from the hammock, which was a less appetising place to sit than we had imagined.
Both Richard and especially John seemed very proficient.
Daisy arranged to have a go tomorrow early when it was less choppy.
Read a while before lunch.
Butter bean purée with basil and honey soda bread followed by haloumi salad. We requested an audience with chef Richard & had a good chat with him in the quiet lunch area.
Read, vegged and relaxed the afternoon away very pleasantly – reading Mansfield Park on the Kindle in my case.
We see our guard frog again as the sun is going down that she seems unsure whether to guard from the outside or the inside. He seems to have given up squatting on the daisies hat. Anyway we’re not sure whether to name him grandpa (grams) or Fido because he thinks he’s a dog.
Go down for an early evening glass of wine, very pleasant in bar area, then a dinner of butternut squash filled crispy wonton starter followed by pork in a wine and mushroom and almond sauce and veg. Nice saffer pinotage to wash it all down.
Early night as usual.